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sugar-grigri · 6 months

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Fujimoto has never talked so much about love as in this chapter

This chapter is incredible, not only for the multitude of answers it offers but also for the beauty of its writing on first reading alone.

It opens with a man who appeared in chapter 101 of CSM, as passers-by passively walked past him, this stranger was actually right: humans, one of whose major causes of death are demons, are leading to a cold war (ironic to talk about a Cold War for a manga set in the 90s)

But it's as if the whole of society refuses to notice, that everyone hides behind Chainsaw Man and consumes all these derivative products like lucky charms. Chainsaw Man embodies a demonic anomaly, a demon at the service of the people who make them forget this war.

And that's exactly why Yoru has a grudge against him. Chainsaw Man is an instrument of peace, wielded in times of peace and sacrificed in times of war. Chainsaw Man is there to make us forget the conflicts or become the scapegoat, in either case, he is there to make us forget the war in which humanity is trapped.

A machine into which all hopes are projected, cries of suffering directed, whose childlike quality is seen only by the predators who exploit him constantly.

What we need to see in this dialogue between Nayuta and Fumiko is a struggle for domination. As we have seen, Fumiko is someone who, despite her aggressions, drowns them in a constantly contradictory protection: she wants to protect a child, but moleste Denji, plays a game in which she places him as older in order to hide her predation, and has saviour syndrome.

Fumiko thinks she's easily understood the nature of weapons, she's sensitive to Quanxi's bodily sacrifices and only repeats to the one she's abusing like an unrestrained fan of a child. Fumiko is the symbol that even when she belongs to the same camp as those she intends to protect, she still can't understand them.

She thinks it's either Nayuta who finds humans weak, or the fact that Barem supports Denji's demonic quality, that they are threats to his well-being when they are the ones who know him best. This is normal, because the strategy of public hunters is to bank on Denji's human side, but this strategy is not enough.

In chapters 136 and 137, Denji is mistreated when he's playing as a human being, getting into fights at school, being treated badly by his teachers, molested when he was thinking about a date at the cinema, and the closer he gets to normality, the more he suffers.

She symbolises not only Denji's sexual trauma, but also the paradox of the hunter system: a system that intends to offer Denji a family framework, but which is not only failing but also traumatising.

Nayuta says she wouldn't kill humans because they're weak compared to demons anyway. It would be as boring as killing ants! It's a continuation of Makima's point that the demon of control isn't interested in things that can be mobilised or easily controlled, it's powerful demons like Pochita that she wouldn't be able to control. Because the only way to establish a link for this demon is to find a demon as powerful as her, of her rank. Nayuta's superiority complex is always balanced against Denji's inferiority complex.

While the demon of control is only interested in demons, the demon who was martyred by humans cannot conceive of himself without them, but we'll come back to that later.

I just want to point something out: isn't it paradoxical to reproach Denji for the education he gives Nayuta when Fumiko is supposed to regard him, as she claims, as a child? Once again, Fumiko is in constant contradiction, protecting by controlling and attacking, conceiving of a child as an adult, she is the hold over a child she can't help but see as a weapon while vouching for his condition.

What's more, Fumiko's thinking is purely human, not universal like Denji and Nayuta. For them, feeding the dogs and their cat is a mission of the utmost necessity, it's like acting to protect one's family, whereas Fumiko refutes this.

Denji has been considered a dog for part of his life, and has bonded and merged with a demon in the shape of a dog, which is the first form of love he received: it was not humans who first gave Denji love, but animals. In the same way, the demon of control likes to form a relationship with dogs who take pleasure in their domestication, either as a form of denunciation or as a clearly established hierarchy.

Fumiko proves that human sensitivity only stops at their peers, while the rarer demonic sensitivity is more universal and intense, whether it's treating animals as precious beings or forgiving unforgivable acts like Denji's continued love for Makima.

The fact that Denji and Nayuta appear to have no moral barriers is what allows them not to be prisoners of their own, and to conceive of love more extensively, whether it be harmful or inter-species.

All this just goes to prove Barem's point that, as a weapon, he has a very good understanding of the different species and what they have in common: death is what binds us together.

When humans no longer find interest in a figure, it is destruction that attracts them. In other words, it's intrinsic to them. Even when they have been spared the demon of fire, they intend to spread it. Isn't it ironic, then, that Fumiko intends to protect two demons at the expense of their animals? Humans only see the world in terms of hierarchy, whereas demons and animals recognise that there is more to it than just a food chain.

Nayuta's emphasis on the exhilaration that comes from abusing and killing demons is spot on. In chapter 137, Denji had fun beating up all those men, even concluding that "this" normal life wasn't so bad. Why was that? Because it's the daily life of a demon.

Denji, who belongs to both camps, has human needs just as much as he has demonic needs, so Nayuta has a point. But just as living solely as a human doesn't satisfy Denji, acting solely as a demon doesn't work any better.

Denji works through the concrete, through sensations, and what he materialises through his senses, the fact being that he's had at least one kiss without any major damage with a human his own age.

Just a harmless touch is what allows Denji to connect with humanity as a whole, to be sensitive to their plight, even though he has no morals and takes pleasure in human suffering.

It wasn't until Denji struck up a relationship with Aki and Power for the first time that he was able to feel human and stop feeling like an animal. We are empathetic to the fate of those who resemble us, Denji is a universal being, animal, human and demon, he is the one who brings these different worlds together. Barem is right: death is what binds species together. But Pochita and Denji are the symbol that love can also be a common denominator.

The fact that he thinks of Asa is symbolic because, without knowing it, she is the one who understood the plurality of species in Denji. She began by dehumanising him, Denji's animal phase, placing him below the cat (proof that she too places animals before men), then she had budding feelings for Denji before being disturbed by Chainsaw Man.

That's why Chapter 101 is so important to understanding this chapter: because in it, Asa makes friends with both humans and demons, getting to know Yuko just as she does Yoru. She is not outraged by the idea of killing, as Yoru asks her to do, having put aside her human nature and accepted the world as it is, which is ruled by death.

But she is no fatalist, and in the face of a demon, she protects Yuko, continuing to love despite her mistakes "as long as her heart is in the right place". What matters is not so much our actions as the cursor through which we place ourselves to apprehend the world.

Relationships are full of mistakes, imperfections, misunderstandings and a game of dominance. Denji doesn't realise it, but the one who kissed him wasn't Asa but Yoru, and it was for a bad purpose: to turn him into a weapon. Paradoxically, in wanting to make Denji a weapon, Yoru conceived him as he was, a hybrid being, a weapon. It was the first kiss in which he was seen for what he was.

But not only that, just as Asa loves the different natures of the multi-species being that is Denji, so Denji loves Asa's dual nature, what holds him together is as much the memory of the human in the aquarium as the physical contact with the demon inside her.

While Asa, in her desire to protect Denji, was distancing herself from him, hurting him and making him doubt himself, it was paradoxically the demon, with evil intentions, who gave him some peace of mind.

The chapter is called Devil's choice, an expression which means that we only have two choices, that we can't have everything. In this case, that would mean choosing a species, a side. But what Asa and Denji still represent in this Shakespearean symbolism is not belonging to any side, but loving in a universal way.

The rejection of men has opened up other perspectives for both of them, be it the animal or the demonic connection.

Once again, the answer lies in plurality, in what begins with two: Asa and Denji decide, on the contrary, to have it all, there is no Devil's choice.

By deciding to bond with animals rather than humans when they lost their parents, Asa and Denji forged a destiny guided by love without barriers.

Their bad experiences - sexual harassment for Denji and bullying at school for Asa - at the hands of adults have naturally created a distrust of humanity that is rekindled by contact between the two of them. It's when Denji and Asa come together that they regain hope, because they are the definition of loving each other fully.

Those who stand in the way of this universal love are the public hunters who avoid this natural crossing.

The public hunters are there precisely to fuel the fight against humans and demons, the link they carry is not love but the other common denominator, death, destruction. Even if it means crossing the moral barrier to exploit children with Yoshida by forcing them to harm other children like Asa, Fumiko being once again the symbol of this danger.

Denji has both human and demonic needs, so he's destined to love Asa because she's both human and harbours a demon with a thirst for violence. Chainsaw Man was used to make us forget the war, but by loving the demon of war, they both unravel.

Only Chainsaw Man and the demon of war can conquer death, because love is the second common denominator that links the species. Why? Because everyone has a heart. Even demons. Who not only have one, but become one.

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lieutenantfloyd · 2 months

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Yooo I'm always happy to see new Dune writers! 🫶 Could you write sth about Feyd and Rabban competing for Reader's affection? Can be HCs or written, whatever suits you most

Competing for your affection headcanons | Feyd-Rautha & Rabban x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, possessiveness, bullying, polyamory, and implied mental abuse.

Authors note: I have some ideas for a full fic, but I wanted to get some headcanons out first!

From the moment their feelings arise, they are deeply competitive with each other and wholly possessive of you.

This often leads to physical fights between the brothers, only ceasing once there is a heavy mix of blood and humiliation.

The one thing they can both agree on is that if a threat arises, they will stop at nothing to keep you safe and defend your honor.

Neither one of them is going to try to woo you in a typical or expected manner.

Feyd-Rautha will put his focus into mind games and wearing you down mentally, while Rabban takes an uncharacteristically soft and physical approach.

Rabban fails to understand why Feyd is so outwardly cruel to you and often wonders if he should mimic Feyd’s actions as a way to win you over.

Meanwhile, Feyd takes pleasure in harassing Rabban over his glaring soft spot for you.

The interactions you have with them are wildly different for each brother.

Rabban needs someone to see through his rough exterior and grant him kind words and soft touches. Both things he’s never once received before.

Feyd-Rautha needs devotion, challenge, and the illusion of control. Attend his fights, dress his wounds, and call him sweetly by his title while also alluding to the fact that you will always hold the upper hand.

Their egos and emotional immaturity will eventually lead to their demise, which in turn allows you to toy with the situation as you wish.

If you choose to solely pursue the Na-Baron:

Rabban will descend into an absolute rampage, unable to cope with his unrequited feelings.

Feyd-Rautha, on the other hand, will grow even more confident at his perceived “victory”.

He’ll even go as far as dressing you up in Harkonnen dress and parading you around.

Behind closed doors, however, he’s completely at your mercy.

As Feyd gains more power and you make more public appearances as a couple, the reality of your relationship becomes more widely known.

It’s not long before it becomes glaringly obvious that while Feyd may have birthright and claim to thrones, you are the one truly in control.

If you choose to solely pursue the Count:

Rabban will take you back to his planet of Lankiveil before Feyd-Rautha can sink his blade into his brother's chest.

While at first he feels like he must be harsh to you, it quickly melts away until you see more signs of kindness from Rabban than you ever could have expected.

Rabban has had a hard life, and he doesn’t quite know what to do with or how to convey his feelings to you.

What he does know is how good treating you well makes him feel.

What starts as small gestures—like keeping you well fed and teaching you to defend yourself—eventually manifests into him waiting on you hand and foot.

Controversy will arise as the public becomes aware of your relationship.

The great houses, the brutal society of Geidi prime, and even the rest of the Harkonnens are completely incapable of understanding how you turned their fearsome Beast into your personal lap dog.

If you choose to pursue them both:

It will take careful planning along with keeping their behavior on a tight leash, but the reward certainly outweighs the risk and labor you need to invest in the relationship.

Initially they’ll both be needy, angry, and complicated. Frustrated as to why they can’t have you alone, while also being grateful to receive any affection in return.

You often have to act as a mediator between them.

Over time—and using your love as a common ground—a strange form of respect grows between them.

The Baron does not keep his disdain for your relationship a secret, afraid of how it will affect the House as well as the Emperors and the Bene Gesserit’s plans.

Feyd and Rabban are quick to match his words with their own unconcealed threats.

While their words barely phase him, The Baron is shaken to see the heirs finally getting along even momentarily.

With each of your unique skills now working together, both Feyd and Rabban are happy to serve your personal soldiers while you strategize to gain them more power over House Harkonnen and eventually the Imperium.

#dune #dune part 2 #dune x reader #dune fanfiction #feyd x you #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #rabban #glossu rabban #rabban harkonnen x reader #rabban x reader #beast rabban

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bsof-maarav · 1 month

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Editor’s Note: Sanne DeWitt is a microbiologist, geneticist, researcher, and author of a memoir: “I Was Born In An Old Age Home”. She has lived in Berkeley, California since 1957, where she moved for advanced studies in microbiology and genetics, and worked there until her retirement. The views expressed here are those of the author. View more opinion on CNN.CNN —

In 1957, I moved to Berkeley, California: a bastion of American liberalism that squarely aligns with my progressive values, and a hub of American scholarship that nurtured my academic quest and professional growth. I came here for advanced studies in microbiology and genetics. Since then, I have lived, worked as a scientist and retired in this community.

Over the 65 years that I have called this beautiful area home, I have occasionally encountered antisemitism, but these one-off incidents never succeeded in destroying my spirit. When I was four years old, Nazis burst into my bedroom and sent me and my family to Dachau, the first Nazi concentration camp. We were soon released and I was smuggled out of Germany by a Christian woman. After this harrowing experience, not much in the Bay Area could scare me.

But since the October 7 Hamas attack on Israel, the hatred towards Jews that I have seen in Berkeley terrifies me more than anything I have experienced while living here. I am still reeling from being called a liar at a Berkeley City Council meeting, where I asked for a proclamation to mark Holocaust Remembrance Day and spoke about October 7. The Jews at that meeting were circled and called “Zionist pigs” by menacing protesters.

We are approaching the holiday of Passover, which commemorates the freedom of the Israelites from Egyptian slavery and our formation as a free Jewish people in our own land. But this Passover is like no other in recent history, with scores of hostages still held in Gaza and Jews worldwide fearful for our future — including Jews in the US. We are facing the worst global antisemitism since the Holocaust and while it is not state-sanctioned as Nazism was, it is a threat going unchecked in California’s East Bay.

It is incredibly painful to see my neighbors vilify Jews, tear down posters of Jewish hostages in Gaza and not believe Jewish rape victims. In this hotbed, hatred and hostility have become normalized. Families have moved their children out of public schools. Jewish businesses have been vandalized and boycotted. And lies about Jews and Israel have gone unchecked and unchallenged in our public forums. Our local Jewish community is both horrified and petrified.

This onslaught of Jewish hatred cannot become the new normal. This epidemic must be treated as seriously as all other hatreds that our society is confronting, such as racism and homophobia. We need more education about Judaism and how the long, sordid history of antisemitism ties into other forms of hatred in our public schools.

We need colleges and universities to unequivocally denounce hate speech and actions directed at Jews. We need public officials to urge mutual respect, understanding and civil discourse during city council and town hall meetings.

I have seen where unchecked antisemitism can lead, when people will do nothing — or worse, join the mainstream, such as our German neighbors during Nazism. This Passover, I resolve with whatever time I have left in this world to fight for the safety of the Jewish people, in Berkeley and around the globe.

During Passover, we are commanded to tell the story of the exodus out of Egypt to our children. We believe in the lasting power of sharing this history with younger generations and reflecting on this hopeful new beginning. There is also lasting power in sharing my history as a Jewish refugee — and I invite my Berkeley neighbors to hear my story. Without understanding and acceptance, we are enslaved by our biases.

The hatred, violence and bigotry against the Jewish community cannot continue — for our shared future, we must confront it and root it out.

#jumblr #october 7 #israel #antisemitism #frumblr #terrorism #usa diaspora #Jewish women #Shoah survivor #Pesach #Passover #Sanne DeWitt

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acosmicventure · 1 year

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Scars of Your Survival Instinct in Birth Chart

SURVIVAL INSTINCT MEANS...

Survival instinct is a natural response to imminent danger, where your body responds by triggering a fight, flight, or freeze response to keep you safe.

The fight response involves confronting the threat head-on, the flight response involves escaping or avoiding the threat, and the freeze response involves hoping that the threat will pass.

However, being in this state for prolonged periods due to trauma can have damaging effects on our physical and mental health.

HOW STRUGGLES OF CHILDHOOD MANIFEST HERE

When faced with difficult upbringing and authority figures, a child often learns to build a wall to protect him/herself from the world.

This protection mechanism acts as a behaviour of emotional unavailability, anger issues, passive aggression and depression.

Slowly, your body starts keeping count of your trauma which leads to major health issues like high blood pressure, heart illness, diabetes and more.

IN MEN

It can lead to a highly complex ego where you seek external validation through superficial status, short-lived relationships and a running away mentality. Also, an extremist mentality.

IN WOMEN

It can lead to a high inferiority complex where you people please or are hyper-independent, focus too much on external beauty and couldn't assert yourself. Also, a victimhood mentality.

IN YOUR NATAL BLUEPRINT

Your ancestors survived many calamities so that you can break the patterns of the sufferings you are carrying within. These patterns can manifest as...

HOUSE OF ARIES AND MARS

Whichever house Aries and Mars are located in, that house shapes the way you survive the most challenging battles and bullying.

HOUSE OF SCORPIO AND PLUTO

This house shapes the way you transform yourself after going through ego death. Shadow work here brings immense healing to your ancestry.

HOUSE OF CAPRICORN AND SATURN

Whichever house Cap and Saturn are located in, that house shapes the way you learn karmic lessons and channel ancestral gifts to achieve legacy.

SUN-SATURN ASPECT, SUN IN LIBRA/ AQUA

This aspect makes you learn lessons about your identity, soul and heal inner criticism.

MARS-SATURN ASPECT, SAT IN ARIES

This aspect makes you learn lessons about your assertiveness and how you show up. A prominent survival instinct that needs nurturing and stability.

MOON IN SCORPIO, VIRGO, CAP, AQUARIUS

This aspect makes you close your heart space due to difficult childhood. Your healing begins when you prioritise self-care and emotional consciousness.

MOON-SATURN ASPECT, SAT IN 4TH HOUSE

This aspect makes you learn lessons about your emotional boundaries, home life and ancestry. Here, you heal by redefining what home/ family is.

PLUTO-MARS ASPECT, MARS IN 8TH HOUSE

This aspect makes you hyper-aware of the energies around you. Trusting your intuition is needed here.

VENUS-SATURN ASPECT, SAT IN 7TH HOUSE

This aspect makes you isolated from partnerships (business or love). This is also an indication to not repeat parental patterns within your relationship.

VENUS-PLUTO ASPECT, VENUS IN 8TH HOUSE

This aspect asks you to heal patterns around power struggles, abuse, finance, ancestry and intimacy.

VENUS-NEPTUNE ASPECT, VEN IN 12TH HOUSE

This aspect makes you learn about the importance of boundaries and not justifying destructive habits, especially within partnerships.

HOW YOU THRIVE INSTEAD OF SURVIVE

Practice cognitive reframing by challenging negative thoughts and replacing them with more positive and realistic ones. Set realistic goals.

Engage in activities that promote relaxation and stress reduction. This can include deep breathing exercises, therapy or mindfulness techniques.

Be gentle with yourself throughout the healing process. Understand that it takes time to recover from a prolonged state of survival instinct

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ewingstan · 2 months

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Worm and other media that won't just let you shoot the Joker, part 1:

Worm comments on the structure of stories, especially superhero stories, in some interesting ways. There's a lot of stuff that happen in superhero comics for no real reason than that it needs to happen for the story to be interesting; a huge amount of Worm's worldbuilding is devoted to taking these things and making the fact that they have to happen an explicit in-setting constraint. For instance, superhero stories tend to have more powerful heroes face off against much more powerful villains than their less-powerful allies, to the point where it seems like super-powerful threats are coming to earth every few weeks just because it wouldn't be interesting to read that comic otherwise. It gets weirder when you compare what villains end up visiting the cities of uber-powerful heroes vs the cities of less powerful heroes: Gotham mostly just has to deal with serial killers while Metropolis is a magnet for evil gods. Worm plays with this by having the Endbringers exist only because the big hero needed something to fight in-text: it changes "powerful heroes need powerful villains or else it wouldn't be interesting" from a Doylist justification to a Watsonian one. Then there's the fact that so much of the horrible conflict in Earth Bet is explicitly caused by Gods making sure the powers they grant people lead to increased conflict, the fact that one of the most powerful characters does what she does because the plot path to victory says she needs to, etc.

But the big one is Jack Slash, and how he's only able to get away with his bullshit because he has plot armor as a secondary power. As WB says here, "Jack's a reconstruction of the Joker type character in the sense that you can't have such a character take such a high profile position in the setting, without having there be a cheat." The Joker and similar characters are only able to keep being relevant threats in their stories because the narrative bends to let them win and stops them from being killed. Jack Slash is only able to keep being a relevant threat because his power makes the universe bend to let him win in the same way. Not only does this make for an interesting obstacle (its almost like they're fighting an authorial mandate!), but it skewers the use of similar character's plot armor and how unrealistic and unsatisfying it makes their stories.

But wait, what does it mean for a story to be "unrealistic" in the context of superpowers? Is being unrealistic in those contexts actually a problem? For that matter, what does it mean for a narrative to bend to let someone win? Its not like there's an objective way fighting the Joker would go, which the author is deviating from by letting him survive.

[Stuff under readbelow contains spoilers fo, the movie Funny Games and the book Anybody Home?]

Maybe we could say that if characters like the Joker were real, and put in the situations they are in their stories, they would end up being killed really quickly. But is that a reasonable way to judge stories? A narrative where such a character is killed unceremoniously to satisfy a need for realism isn't any less an expression of the author's deliberate choices than a story where the character keeps showing back up to satisfy a desire for fan-favorite characters. And while Jack Slash's arcs help show why deviating from "realistic consequences" in the service of keeping a character alive can make a story exhausting and screw with an audiences' appreciation of stakes, it doesn't make a strong case against the concept of villains having plot armor in general. A story isn't necessarily worse just for being constructed to keep the villains alive—all stories are constructed, and sometimes being constructed that way makes for the best story.

That becomes more clear when you take the premise of Jack Slash as "killer who wins because the mechanics of the universe says so" and make clear just how much "the mechanics of the universe" really just means "the story". Which is how you get Peter and Paul from Funny Games.

I'd highly recommend watching Funny Games (though for the love of god check content warnings), as well as Patricia Taxxon's review of it that I'm cribbing a lot from here. But to summarize, Funny Games is a movie written and directed by Michael Haneke about a family's lakeside vacation being interrupted by the appearance of two murderous young men, who capture them in their own house and slowly torture and kill them off. At least, that's what it seems to be about initially. It marketed itself as a somewhat standard entry in the genres of torture porn and home invasion thrillers, and played itself straight as one for the majority of its runtime. But then one of the two villains of the pair, "Paul," starts talking to the audience.

It starts small: after crippling the family's father and revealing that he killed their dog, Paul has the wife look for its corpse outside. While giving her hints, he slowly turns back towards the camera and smirks, before turning back. In isolation, maybe it could be interpreted as Paul smirking at Peter, seeming to look out at the audience only because of clumsy blocking. But then it happens again. Paul tells the family, who are completely at their mercy at this point, that they're gonna bet that they'll all be dead within twelve hours. When the family refuses to take the bet, asking how they could hope to win it when he can clearly off them all whenever they wish, Paul turns towards the audience and asks "what do you think? Do you think they stand a chance? Well you're on their side aren't you. Who you betting on, eh?" The audience is being acknowledged; their role as someone invested in the story is being examined by the ones introducing the stakes.

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But the biggest moment comes near the end, when the mother grabs the shotgun she's being threatened with and blasts Peter. Paul startles, grins, and then hurredly grabs a tv remote and presses rewind. The movie itself suddenly rewinds to right before the mother grabs the gun, and plays again with Paul grabbing the shotgun right before the mother reaches for it.

Its a truly incredible moment, in that its the perfect way to forcibly take away the audience's suspension of disbelief. It forces the audience to acknowledge that they're viewing a story, not something happening to a real family. After their moment of catharsis against the villains, Paul makes the confront the fact that the movie will end however the creators want it to, and if they want the villains to win they'll will regardless of how little sense it makes. Fuck you, we can go from being set in the normal world with normal rules to the villains traveling back in time with a tv remote, because a story does whatever its creators want. Haneke just decided to make that obvious in the most jarring way imaginable.

But maybe the best way to illustrate Funny Games effectiveness at this type of artful unveiling is comparing it to its less-effective imitators. I've recently finished Anybody Home?, a recently-published book by Michael J. Seidlinger. It has the conceit of being narrated by an unnamed mass-murderer, guiding a new killer in their first home invasion. I started reading it before I watched Funny Games, and even afterwards took a while to realize the unnamed narrator wasn’t just a pastiche of a Paul-like character but was actually supposed to be read as Paul himself. Seidlinger was having his book be a sort of unofficial sequel to Funny Games, narrated by its star. Once I realized, a lot of the books details suddenly clicked. The big one was the constant references to “the camera" and the idea of murder being a performance for an audience, one that needed to be fresh and original to make “the cults” enjoy it. Take these passages from page 77:

If it happened, it would perturb. It would create suspicion. It wouldn’t end up ruining the performance, and yet, it could have derailed our casing. The camera can have all it wants; either way, it’ll make it look better than it really was. It’ll strip away the cues and other planned orchestrations and it’ll show the action—the actuality of each scene, each suggestion…

This is a spectacle, above all. The craft pertains to keeping and maintaining a captive audience; behind the camera, you’ll never know how it happened—the trickery that made the impossible possible, the insanity so close to home. It is spectacle.

Through online activity, the son made it clear that something is happening at home, yet we cannot be certain if he has noticed the camera.

These all point to the idea that the murders are being viewed by an audience rather than just by intruders, that this is a performance for said audience's benefit more than anything else. But notably, it also reinforces the idea of these characters having an existence outside of the camera: the camera shows the action and "strips away" the cues behind it, the victims have a life outside the camera such that they could plausibly sense that the camera is now here. The victims are sometimes described as playing into their role, but always metaphorically; always as if normal people start acting like characters when put in certain circumstances. Whereas Funny Games posits that characters will behave however the author wants them to, denying the claim that stories are realistic simulations of hypothetical scenarios.

The whole thing is predicated on the idea that there needs to be a guide, that the villain of a home invader movie is really in danger of something going wrong. Paul/The narrator keeps giving directions on what needs to be double checked, what needs to X, and its completely against the spirit of the role Paul served in Funny Games. If something goes wrong for the villain they should just be able to rewind and do it over, because the story was written for them to succeed. Anybody Home? throws out Funny Games theme of the story being on rails, of the winner being whoever the author wants it to be and the events following whatever the author wanted rather than what would "really" happen. It throws out the whole idea that it’s all just a story, by supporting the idea that the characters have lives not captured by the camera—or more relevantly, not captured on-page.

Because Seidlinger using the language of film in a book leads to different things going on with the fourth wall. The way Funny Games and Anybody Home? make the camera explicit are just different, and the former does it much more interestingly than the latter. Seildinger’s characters aren’t looking back at the reader, the fourth wall is never actually breached. Funny Games has Paul look into the camera to address the audience, making clear how it’s a story being set up for the audience's benefit. Anybody Home? invokes the idea of a camera tracking everything home invaders do in general, having it be a third-party force that’s itself an unseen character contained within the story, observing the intruder's crime rather than the reader. Why is it still a camera, if we're in a book rather than a movie? A character in a book talking about a camera watching them does not convey any of the same meaning as a character in a movie suddenly looking into a camera and smirking at the audience!

By the end, you realize that this is caused in part by the book's bizarro take on how horror movies exist in this world. It reveals that in its setting, all horror movies are adaptations of real home invasions, which get recorded by unseen mysterious forces. Killers enter a home and enact violence, are filmed by some supernatural camera, the footage gets leaked to the public, and then the killers sell the rights to the work to studios. The events of SAW really happened, but the movie was just an adaptation. Funny Games really happened, but the Paul in the movies was just an actor playing the Paul narrating this book. The killer's victims eventually realize that they're "victims," but not in the sense that they realize their characters in a story, only in a sense that they realize they got sucked into their world's magical realism bullshit.

Ultimately, while the book does the same trick of being all about how horror stories are “for” us, it gets rid of all the tricks that made it work for Funny Games. It even strips it's in-universe version of what made it special; Funny Games is just another adaptation of a real home invasion. All the meta stuff that makes it interesting in its genre are just gestured at as aesthetics.

So what makes Jack Slash in Worm succeed where the killers in Anybody Home? fail? Both are constructed to be entertaining for a 3rd party who stand-in for but aren't actually the audience; the entities in Worm, the cults in Anybody Home?. But Jack Slash doesn't mix his metaphors. Worm may turn various real-life factors affecting a work into in-story mechanisms of the world in the same way Anybody Home? does. But it doesn't also base itself off a text that takes in-story mechanisms and breaks them to force the audience to see the various real-life factors affecting the work. In effect, WB pulls off a trick Seidlinger tries and fails because WB wasn't taking another metatexual story and stripping it of what made it interesting.

Though that introduces the question: can such meta-moves be mixed? Can you have a text where story conceits become explicit plot mechanics the characters are aware of, while also having characters really look at the camera and tell the audience that its all just a story? Can you actually sell it and make it something interesting?

There is one story that tries this. I don't know if it pulls it off, but it certainly makes a lot of interesting moves that create a fascinating whole. It even comments on the Joker in the same way Worm does, having a character who seemingly cant die because the roll they play in the story is too impor—

Ah fuck.

Continued in part 2.

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Enchanted | g.d. | 3

Gale Dekarios x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Smuuuuut baby (but also plot). Little bit of angst, Gale talking about blowing himself up

Author’s Note: Listen I know this is going a bit fast but I also just. Couldn’t prolong it. I love him too much.

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This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home…

Gale had held his realization close to his heart for the time being. He had to, if anything because he simply needed time to process that the Fates had aligned enough to bring him and his bard together. The divine had not been kind to Gale in so long —yet, as it would be, they decided that Tav would be there to save him that day.

Even if he wanted to address it, to reveal how he felt and who he was to her, none of that was able to come to fruition once they saved Halsin. Of course, the Fates decided to be just as cruel as ever when Elminster appeared in the camp shortly after they saved the druid, breaking the news that Mystra wanted Gale to give his life to stop the Absolute.

Tav’s reaction was…well, it was incredibly reassuring, honestly. Heartbreaking, but reassuring. She had ripped Elminster a new one, yelling at the legendary wizard that it was not Mystra’s choice to have Gale off himself in her fucking name. That they would find another way to stop the Absolute that didn’t involve him dying. The tears in her eyes, the rage that radiated off her –Gale realized that even if she didn’t know he wrote that missive to her, she felt strongly for him.

And of course, even after Elminster disappeared from camp, they couldn’t settle down to discuss everything. Almost immediately, they had found themselves thrown into yet another quest –now moving them into an awful, shadow-cursed land that threatened to consume every single one of them whole.

Literally.

The shadows literally threatened to consume them.

As Gale trudged through the shadow-cursed land, his mind buzzed with conflicting emotions. The weight of his unspoken feelings for Tav bore down on him like the darkness that surrounded them. He stole glances at her whenever he could, drinking in her every movement, her every word, with a mixture of longing and apprehension. Amidst the palpable tension, he couldn't shake off the feeling that every step they took brought them closer to an inevitable confrontation, not just with the shadowy threats around them, but with the truths he had kept hidden.

Even with the help of the lantern and Karniss, the guide they had trusted to lead them, the trip felt far more perilous than it should have. Every minute they spent fighting harpers, or beasts, or shadows was another minute that they risked losing their lives. And, more so, he worried with every step and every fight that he would risk losing her again –and more permanently this time. The shadows seemed to whisper his fears back to him, amplifying the relentless doubts that gnawed at his resolve.

But no time seemed to be a good time to pull her aside, to admit to her that he was the one who sent that missive from Waterdeep. There was always someone else with her, and they hadn’t been able to make camp yet or else risk their lives with the shadows. They needed to make it to Last Light Inn in order to make camp, and truly there was no actual path that led to the inn safely. The urgency of their mission, coupled with the ever-looming threat, left little room for the heartfelt confession he yearned to make.

And then, naturally, when they did manage to find themselves at the Inn, they were ambushed. Naturally, they broke out in a fight that almost killed every single one of them. Even if they did manage to save Isobel, and even if they did manage to stop the shadows from consuming all the harpers –they had to fight to the last breath before they had properly rested and Gale thought truly, this might be the end of them. And naturally, they had to go find Ketheric Thorm and stop him now in order to actually stop whatever this curse was in this horrible place. The relentless onslaught of challenges seemed to conspire against any chance for a moment of respite, let alone a moment for personal revelations.

Naturally. Naturally.

Gale wanted so badly to curse Tav’s incessant need to get herself almost killed in order to save others. He wanted to grab her by the shoulders, shake her and beg the bard to stop, and consider herself for five minutes. Consider how people –how he would feel if she died and they could not save her. Did she have no regard for herself? Did she have no regard for her own safety?

But he couldn’t.

Because the very incessant need to help and ensure everyone’s safety was one of the many qualities he admired about her very existence.

Tav was kind, and loyal, and he was painfully in love with someone who had no idea it was him that wrote that damn note, that she had saved his life long before she was saving the lives of everyone around her. Watching her fight stirred every emotion inside of him –pride, awe, lust –and he couldn’t bottle it all up any longer.

When the fight had finally ended –when the blood was spilled all over the courtyard of the inn and his companions caught their breaths and all but collapsed against one another –he was resolved to give in. Orb be damned, he was going to tell Tav he loved her because he had to if they were going to keep on the way they were.

*****

“Hello! I am here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He is requesting a private conversation with you, if you would oblige.”

Tav stared up at the image of Gale before her. It glowed with an aura that was unmistakably magic, though it was so drastically similar that from a distance, she was certain it was him when she approached.

“Oh, uh –yeah, of course. Where is he?”

The image of the wizard motioned towards a path outside of camp. “Just down the path. If you would like, I will happily guide you.”

She nodded, motioning for it to lead the way. The image moved freely, walking through camp without issue. Shadowheart and Lae’Zel both gave her strange looks, following Gale’s magical counterpart with their eyes as the two passed by. Tav simply shrugged in response and continued on her way, until the path was well out of camp and the image of Gale was replaced by the actual man.

He sat with his legs crossed, hands moving through the air as he manipulated the sky above him to form a night sky and borealis. Tav smiled softly at the sight, slowly sitting down beside him with her knees to her chest.

“I love this time of night,” he explained as if answering the question she had not asked. “There’s an almost reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, where you’d almost believe the dawn will never break. The cradle of eternity; the timelessness of lovers; the most beautiful of fantasies.”

She watched him for a moment before looking back up at the sky. “It’s breathtaking. Is it your doing?”

He nodded once, but she could feel his gaze on her. “The curse is still present, of course. Just veiled and at arm’s length. Not a trick I can repeat often, but tonight…tonight is different.”

For a moment, they simply watched each other with soft smiles. Sometimes, she wished that he was less captivating or sweet; it made life so much more difficult for her when she was trying to keep feelings for him at bay. But then he went and did things like this –created beauty in a place that was so broken –and Tav found herself further drawn into her feelings for him.

“This may be my last night alive,” he explained, though his voice was soft. “I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty of wonder and with company to match.”

Her brow furrowed as she opened her mouth to argue, to remind him that she would not let him die but he interrupted her.

“I thought this place might bring me peace. I thought…it might make the weight of what I must do to feel a little lighter. But I am not so sure.”

“I refuse to believe that this is the end, Gale. I refuse to let you die for the promise of forgiveness from a goddess who cast you out.”

“Babe or crone, coward or hero…death is assured, Tav. If you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure it had meaning?”

“Gale –,”

“I am terrified,” he interrupted once again. “I will not claim otherwise. My face could scarcely conceal it even if my words ought to deny it. There is no point in running from the inevitable; Better to meet it, on my own terms.”

“No,” she snapped at him, grabbing his hand in hers. Her heart ached, thinking that Gale had resigned himself to death even before considering the other options. Not that she knew what those options were, but they were better than dying. “Nothing is inevitable. Not when we face it together. You don’t have to die.”

“One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, Tav.” It was as if he wasn’t even hearing her; that he was so certain of his fate that he was just reciting his lines to her. “And I am very happy you came here tonight, to share this with me. I know this is all unreal, but I created it for you. You must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me.”

Of course she knew. He made it clear, even if he never explicitly said it. Gale cared for her –loved her, even, if she dared assume –and it showed in his actions every day. Perhaps she should have told him to stop sooner; that she wasn’t spoken for but her heart belonged to her poet. But it was hard to walk away from someone so warm, and caring. And after her own heartbreak, having someone who gave her everything he had even when she didn’t deserve it –she knew there was love for him in her own heart now too.

“If things were different, if you were still performing and we were home, I would have done things properly. I would have never written that note, I would have found you before all this. But time is short, and I…I need you to know that I was enchanted to meet you, Tav.”

For a brief moment, everything stopped.

Gale was watching her expectantly, waiting for her to say something; to respond. But her mind was stuck. I would have never written that note. I was enchanted to meet you…

“You…it was you?” She managed to ask, her voice catching in her throat as she finally looked up at him. Tears stung the corners of her eyes as she fished her parchment out of her pocket, unfolding it. “You wrote this?”

He took the note from her, tears pricking his eyes too, as he read it over. He nodded slowly. “I listened to you sing every night for weeks, Tav. You know I trapped myself in my tower –but you don’t know that it was you that made me leave for the first time in a year. That when I left that day, it was to find you and tell you how much your music healed my broken heart. I’m just pleasantly surprised the kobold managed to actually deliver the note.

“You added lines to it the other night,” he continued, reaching up to take her face in his hands. His thumbs wiped away her tears as she leaned into his touch, still crying. “You asked me not to be in love with someone else –to not have someone waiting for me. Tav –I have been waiting for you. And if I’m going to live my last day, I need you to know that I am in love with you.”

Through tear blurred eyes, Tav took in every detail of Gale’s sincerity. The spark in his eyes as he looked down at her, with his own tears that threatened to spill. The adoration that filled his smile as he held her face in his hands still. He loved her; he was her poet, and he loved her, and Tav was going to lose him because of some petty goddess who wanted him to beg for her forgiveness.

Without thinking any harder, she surged forward and kissed him hard. Gale let out a small gasp of surprise, seemingly not expecting her to kiss him, but soon enough he was threading his fingers through her hair to hold her closer. Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him as close as she could get him without climbing into his lap –and even then, she was almost there anyway.

But he pulled away too soon, resting his forehead against hers. Tav’s tears hadn’t stopped, though she wasn’t sure if they were tears of joy or fear anymore.

“I hope that wasn’t a parting kiss,” she murmured, pressing another one against the corner of his mouth gently.

“Not if I have any say in the matter,” he chuckled, wiping her tears away again. “I want it to be perfect –to bond with you in the way that gods do…intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave.”

Gale stood, pulling her up with him. She refused to let him go, arms still tightly wound around neck, keeping him close to her. “I don’t need illusions. I want the Gale standing right in front of me.”

“Are you sure?” He seemed surprised, brow furrowing as his fingers reached for her hips, holding her just as tight. “I could conjure up any sight you can imagine; some you probably can’t too. I could use the Weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning.”

He leaned in closer, his nose bumping against hers. “I could do more than woo you. I could wow you.”

She hesitated a moment, considering what he was offering. “I suppose you could show me, if that’s what you want.”

He squeezed her hips with a bright grin, then pulled away raising his hands in the air. Streaks of the Weave surrounded them momentarily, then they were standing in a room full of books and scrolls, with a piano playing quietly in the background.

“How about a perfect night in Waterdeep, then?” He asked, reaching for her hand to guide her through what she could only assume was his home. It felt very much like a place that Gale would enjoy. “With the warmth of the fire in the hearth, and the spines of a thousand books greeting us.” He pushed the double doors open, exposing the balcony and the sunlight on the water.

“I’ve seen this before!” She exclaimed, pushing past him to lean over the edge of the balcony. “I performed right down there, with the circus.” She pointed down to the courtyard below, where a stage had appeared.

Gale wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head. She leaned back into his embrace, sighing contentedly. “I spent many evenings listening to you from my balcony, Tav. Mesmerized by how well you pulled at my own heartbreak with yours. I couldn’t see you, but I could hear you.

“Some nights, I’d simply sit out here and get lost in the pages of a book while listening to your voice. It haunted my dreams, day and night. I had been so consumed with my self loathing and the orb that I feared stepping foot outside my tower —but your voice brought me light in my darkest days.”

Gale pulled her away from the balcony, beckoning her to the settee where he pulled her into his lap. Tav sighed, burying her face into the crook of his neck as he lifted the book that rested beside him.

“One of my favorites,” he explained, opening it up to show her. “It follows the first thousand nights of a newlywed king and queen. They make an art out of touch, out of taste –perhaps we should take a page from their book ourselves. What do you say?”

Tav giggled, reaching up to run her nails over his jaw. “I don’t see a bed.”

“The stars will be our bed.”

Her brow furrowed for a moment as she shook her head. “Gale, this is beautiful, and I am wholly impressed by everything you can do –but I want you. The real you. Not some conjuring within the Weave.”

“Tav, I am nothing special in comparison to what I can show you –,”

“You are very special, Gale,” she scolded, pulling herself from his arms. “To me, especially. And I don’t want to experience anything with you that’s not real.”

He nodded, eyes softening as the tower disappeared around them and they returned to the field that they were truly in. “Then we’ll do it your way, my love. Whatever you desire from me, I will give you.”

Though, the devilish grin of his suggested he still had a trick up his sleeve as he waved his hand. She gave him a pointed look but nothing around them changed –except for the appearance of a very extravagant, four poster bed. Tav looked it over before grinning at him.

“For your comfort, of course,” he explained simply, guiding her backwards towards it. “I would be remiss if you had to lay in the dirt to be with me.”

“Perhaps I like laying in the dirt,” she teased, taking his face in her hands to pull him into a kiss. “Perhaps I enjoy getting a bit dirty.”

“You’ll have to prove that to me another night,” Gale countered, pushing her back onto the velvety sheets. For an illusion, it was still much more comfortable than any bedroll she’d lain on. “Tonight, I want you to feel my love for you.”

She fell back onto the bed, hitting the pillows and basking in the plushness that she hadn’t felt in so long. Sitting up on her elbow, she beckoned for him to join her and smiled when he didn’t hesitate to climb over her.

Like a man starved, Gale pulled her in by her chin and kissed her passionately. This kiss was different from the one they had shared earlier in the night. This kiss was frantic and hungry, with every emotion the two had poured into it. He was kissing her like this was the last time he ever would –though if he had it his way, perhaps it would be. Tav parted her legs, hitching one over his hip to pull him closer to her. There was too much space between them; too many clothes. Her hands drifted down his chest, pulling the laces of his shirt undone as she went, exposing not only the expanse of his chest but the markings of the cursed orb that threatened to take him from her.

Hand dropping from her chin to unlace her bodice and pants, Gale pulled away from the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses down her throat and over her chest as the skin became more exposed to him. She squirmed some, trying to pull his shirt off as her own shirt lay open finally. He chuckled against her skin, his beard tickling at the base of her throat as he pulled back and pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

Then he moved to hover over her, hands resting on either side of her body now as he looked over her naked form lovingly. Bare beneath him – she thought she should be shying away from his gaze, but she couldn’t find herself feeling anything less than adored –Tav reached out to ensure they matched each other’s nakedness finally. And when Gale was finally just as bare as she was, her tears threatened to return as she traced the markings on his chest. But he took her hand, flattening it against where his heart beat, and she looked up at him longingly.

“I love you, Gale,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” he promised, and she swore he meant it.

His mouth was on hers again with a new found urgency, his pointer and thumb holding her chin as he kissed her hard. His other hand, which was sitting on her hip, had begun to drift down. She shivered from the drag of his fingers over her skin before finally feeling how hard he was against her thigh. With a groan, she pulled her hands from his chest to touch him –to pull some sound from him.

The sound he made went straight to her core, causing her to clench around nothing, as she slowly stroked him. Gale pulled his mouth from hers to kiss along her jaw, leaving hot, wet kisses along her skin. Her head fell back, allowing him to trail kisses from her jaw down her throat. Then his fingers flicked just barely between her legs, spreading them so he could better access her.

Her breath hitched in her throat, eyes closed as he ghosted his touch over her arousal. Gale kept his hand still, allowing her a moment to get used to his touch there before his fingers circled her clit gently. She keened, back arching off the bed as she chased his touch –her own touch dropping from him as she reacted. He dragged his lips from her throat over her collarbone, then down further until his tongue lapped at one of her pert nipples. Her gasp at the sudden sensation caused her hips to buck, meeting his hand in a gentle grind. The friction of his hand against her most sensitive place was overwhelming for a moment as she pulled at his hair again. Gale’s teeth grazed over her nipple now, nipping at it before he sucked it into his mouth.

Satisfied with his work on one nipple, he bit down one more time before he switched to the other. His hand drifted down between her legs as he sucked and bit her, and Tav wondered briefly how she would ever do without him again if she lost him. She let out a gasp as he slipped a finger inside her with ease, being pressed into the bed as his teeth grazed over her nipple.

“Oh gods, Gale,” she begged, trying to move against his hand as he eased a second finger inside of her.

He released her nipple finally, trailing wet, open mouth kisses down her body as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her body writhed beneath him, and she could feel his grin against her skin as he moved further down her body, kissing her stomach and right above her core. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it as he sped up his fingers.

Then, without warning, his teeth grazed her clit and she gasped, unable to keep herself still as she jolted up. He sped up movement with his fingers, curling them up as he sucked and nipped gently at her clit. Her legs started to tremble as her hands ran through his hair, yanking it by the roots.

“Fuck, please. I’m gonna cum, please, Gale,” she gasped, bucking her hips up.

But he pulled his fingers away too soon, and she whined, body shaking. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, trailing his lips from her right thigh, over her clit once more until he reached her left. Then he repeated the process back —before finally, his mouth was on her like she was the last meal he’d ever eat. She cried out, stars spilling behind her eyes as she pulled at his hair again. He pushed his tongue deeper, devouring every inch of her that he could. His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her even closer to him.

She started to move her hips to match his movements, pressing against his face to try to get any more possible friction. She was so close, if he just kept going –Tav groaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her hands had become permanently attached to his hair, pulling as she begged him to keep going, to make her cum. Gale’s fingers returned as he lapped at her clit, pumping in and out at a steady, torturous pace. But then –he stopped. And Tav hissed in frustration.

Pulling his fingers from her –prompting a desperate whine as she fell back against the bed –Gale moved to hover over her once more. She grabbed his chin, slick with her, and pulled him into a heated kiss. He groaned into the kiss, licking into her mouth and allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

“I need you,” he admitted, pulling from the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. His hips ground into hers, revealing how bad off he was for her.

“I’m yours, Gale.” She took his hand and pressed it against her heart, holding it there as she bumped her nose with his. Her legs wrapped around his hips, drawing him in. “Only yours.”

Gale found himself between her legs once more, his aching cock in his hand as he stroked himself. His breathing was hard, ragged as he stared down at her naked body. Tav gazed up at him, empty and longing as he stroked himself at the sight of her.

“I need you to touch me,” she begged, reaching for him once more.

Suddenly, Gale was on his back with her straddling his waist. He was surprised for a moment, caught off guard by her new position. However, even with his hazy, lust blown eyes –the way he looked up at her made her stomach flutter and her heart skip. His hands found her hips, pulling her down against him and she grinded down against his cock, humming at the feeling of his hardness against her sensitive folds. He closed his eyes, catching his breath. She leaned in, kissing along his jaw, as her hand finally grasped his cock and lined it up against her. Gale sucked in a breath, and she could tell he was trying to savor the feeling and not rush it.

But she couldn’t take it slow anymore; she sunk down on him without question, burying him to the hilt inside her core with a deep moan and her hands on his chest to keep her balanced. Gale’s hands held her hips, no doubt bruising her, as he held her close to him. Now he truly wouldn’t let her move, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth around him. Finally, Gale opened his eyes, keeping her still for several moments as if he was trying to memorize the sight of her full of him. She tried moving, but he held her tight, cock buried in her while he basked in how tight she was.

“Gale,” she moaned, reaching between her legs to drag her fingers over her clit. “Please.”

He flipped them over once more, bringing her leg around his waist. She groaned at the change of angle, but didn’t fight him as he started a steady pace. One hand held her leg against him while the other supported his weight over her, allowing him to kiss her hard as he pulled out. She whined at the loss, but then he was slamming back into her without warning and her whine turned into a cry of pleasure. Gale’s mouth captured her sounds, kissing her again as he set a steady, delicious pace. She moaned into the kiss again, hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders as he picked up speed.

“Oh, gods, Gale,” she sighed as he trailed kisses down her throat again, taking a moment to rest his head in the crook of her neck. “Sweet hells, I love you —I-I love you so much. I’m so close —please —,”

His hips stuttered as she clenched around him, his grip tightening as his pace became more and more frantic. Tav wasn’t prepared for how hard her orgasm hit her, but when it did, she cried out his name and begged the gods for mercy. It was overwhelming, and wonderful, and every second he was still buried inside her was the only divine intervention she’d ever need. And as the warmth of his own climax filled her, Gale buried his face in the crook of her neck. Catching his breath as he came, her hands tangled in his hair once more, coaxing every last ounce of him into her. She was writhing under him, overstimulated from her own climax as well as his now. But he didn’t want to leave her warmth; he wanted to stay buried in her forever.

Eventually, he did pull out, rolling off of her and onto his back. She didn’t let him stray, however, and hitched her leg over his waist again and laid her head on his chest. Gale’s arms snaked their way around her, holding her close to him as his breathing began to even out.

And then, she started humming softly, her own eyes closing as Gale trailed his fingers up and down her back.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you…

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captainofthetidesbreath · 1 year

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I spoke about this in a reply, but it's worth unpacking more in its own post: I don't think Colin holds anything against his grandfather Lucas Fontina or feels Fontina responsible for his suffering. I don't think he sees his father's murder as a consequence caused by Fontina, nor considers himself collateral damage of Fontina's political games. I don't think he places Fontina's decisions and ambitions as the root cause of any of it. I think he sees the harm to him and his father as a result of the political decisions made by the ruling family of the Islands. He is not necessarily critical of ambition, or even power; he is critical of cruelty and apathy to harm to pursue and keep power.

Colin is never negative about Fontina: "My grandfather tried to lead the people of the Dairy Islands against some royals who were putting their boot in the neck of the people. And for a while it seemed like he might actually make a difference, but then everyone turned on him. And in the middle of Lacramor, he was melted down, screaming." In Colin's words, Fontina was a leader of the people, a rebel against an oppressive sovereign, a champion of meaningful change, a man betrayed, a public execution carried out with extreme cruelty.

From all that, I don't get the sense he condemns Fontina for leading a coup nor for having ambition and vision, and I don't get the sense he sees Fontina as having callously risked the lives of others for gain. I think Colin understands Fontina's motivations; I wouldn't surprise me if he even admires Fontina's cause, as he describes Fontina fighting to remove the royal boots from everyone's throats.

Colin doesn't really hate ambition, and I don't think Colin really hates power either—but that's to unpack elsewhere, because this is so long. Simply: he does not discourage Raphaniel from ambition only trying to achieve too quickly, he walks away from Deli not for being ambitious but for being a kind of leader he cannot support, Colin becomes a knight for enough power to pursue an ambition to stop the Sanctus Putris. What moved Colin is murdering the banana man and the fungus person. He objects specifically to pursuing power with a disregard for harm caused, especially to the powerless.

It is not my sense that Colin sees his suffering as brought on by Fontina's ambitions nor sees him as having a disregard for those around him in pursuit of his political goals. I think Colin places responsibility with people who will do anything to keep power, not with a man who fought those abuses in—as Colin himself frames it—defense of people being crushed by royal power. Colin blames those who remain so angry at (or so afraid of) Fontina for challenging their authority that they choose to assert their power by going out of their way to brutally openly murder anyone they imagine as a threat to make a point to everyone else.

Colin knows that a power that is willing to do harm is oppressive and will not stop at anything in the pursuit of protecting itself. It wasn't Fontina who killed his father and put him in danger; it was a royal line still angry decades later at Fontina for challenging them.

Colin is not suffering the passive consequences brought down by a man of failed political vision. Colin is suffering the active decisions of a tyranny that will brutalize anyone to maintain its power.

#UGH this post is WAY longer than I want it to be #anyway we cannot be surprised that I am once again talking about power in a D&D game #Colin Provolone #Lucas Fontina #The Ravening War #trw spoilers #Dimension 20 #d20 things #trw meta #trw #trw things

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Hi! Is it okay to request nanbaka?

Could you do where Reader, is an Inmate and has an animal companion, (A/n) the Gorilla? (A/n)- Animal's name

Romantic: Hajime Sugoroku Platonic: Guards and Inmates from building 5 (your choice, if you want to add)

Reader and (A/n) have been inseparable since they were little and in childhood. their dynamic/relationship is kinda like Disney Aladdin and Abu or Tarzan/Mowgli

(A/n) has a similar personality (and probably abilities) as the Supervisor (Hajime). And known for being caring and protective yet somewhat Child-like and can be aggressive to men, who are 'interested' in Reader. (also you can add this, if you want; (A/n) can kill or make 'accidents' that even S/o and others didn't/don't know how happens)

Reader and (A/n) origin: (you can change this if you want and it is kinda of based on this, https://youtu.be/vP5gkfLcdKE?si=Co3wmMWLvUqosQag )

Reader and (A/n) were orphans and adopted by their Master, who's a boss of the circus or other. They had a very close bond, as they helped and trusted each other while living under their greedy master.

As they got older and became young adults, they became a bit of a celebrity and their Master became aggressive and blinded by greed.

Reader is motherly and somewhat innocent/naive, even enduring the pain/abuse, and (A/n) becomes more defensive, aware, and caring for S/o.

In the middle of their performance and in front of the audience, something happens, that causes the accident of Reader, that's near death. The Master doesn't care Reader, he asks for applause which the audience does, while (A/n) watches everything, then he snaps and plots revenge

The next day for the performance, as the audience is waiting, the performance starts but shows the Master in the cage, (A/n) appears, and he 'performs' with/ the Master

(A/n) returns to Reader, who somehow survives. Then the Police and others came for (A/n), but (A/n) And Reader didn't want to be separated so they arrested them both, despite Reader's innocence at the death of her Master, she wanted to be with her only friend, (A/n), as (A/n) vows to protects and sticks with her throughout her life, even in prison

The Present Reader survives, and still has the same personality but becomes slow, klutzy, and a less active but tries to. (A/n) as her sort of support companion

(Thank you! and I'm sorry if this is complicated, but it's okay to reject this request)

-You were one of the guards of Building 13 of Nanba Prison, you were regarded as the ‘favorite’ of the prisoners, mainly because you were so motherly and doting on them, treating them like human beings, and not as lowly prisoners.

-Hajime couldn’t stand it when Cell 13 would escape, as he would chase them all over the building, along with Yamato who would laugh the whole time, if you were out and about, you led them back to their cell like ducklings! You just had to hold their hands and lead them back and they wouldn’t fight you at all!

-When Hajime wasn’t in the mood, mainly if his stomach was acting up, he would just send you and your partner out to round them up.

-Now, while Cell 13 and the other prisoners all adored you, they were all afraid of Lala, a massive gorilla, one that was easily four times the size of normal gorillas, who was your best friend, as you had been friends since you were both kids.

-You both grew up in the circus, working under a cruel circus master who wouldn’t hesitate to beat you, since he couldn’t to Lala, who grew up very quickly, and was deemed a threat, so when Lala would act up, you would be the one beaten, to keep Lala in line.

-It wasn’t until a terrible accident, one that almost cost you your life, that Lala finally fought back. The master was furious, as in his eyes, you ruined the show, not caring that you were clinging to life, so when he tried to beat you, Lala fought back, killing him.

-When authorities arrived, they were going to kill Lala, thinking she was dangerous, but when they saw you in her arms, barely clinging to life, they calmed and managed to calm her enough to get you treatment and you were both rescued.

-You and Lala were always together, you were partners, both of you were guards, and while you were the gentle sweet one, Lala wouldn’t hesitate if she thought you were threatened. There had been quite a few ‘accidents’ not only with prisoners but with guards as well, who were either rude or mean to you.

-As you were smiling at others, looking like warm sunshine, there was a figure cloaked in darkness, red eyes gleaming from the shadows behind you, a silent warning looming.

-Hajime liked Lala, as he saw her as a hard worker, easily able to wrangle rowdy prisoners, and Hajime liked your work ethic, as you were usually in the office, doing all the paperwork for the building, as you were very efficient.

-You were in charge of taking Nico and the rest of his cell mates to Nico’s checkups, as long as they behaved, but they always did for you, that’s why Hajime gave that job to you.

-Nico is the only one that Lala deemed okay, allowing him to hold your hand, as she saw him as a child, but if one of the others tried to take your hand, she was making sure they felt her icy glare, warning them.

-Lala would never do anything if they did nothing to you, like if they just held your hand, she was fine, but if someone were to grab you, not these four who knew better, they were asking for a shattered arm.

-The appointments and the journeys would always be uneventful, as many who would see a seven-foot-tall gorilla with an attitude problem with everyone but you was a pretty good deterrent.

-Hajime would never say it out loud, but he was impressed with your acrobatic skills, things you kept from the circus, despite being unable to do too much at once, at least without Lala’s help.

-There had been a breakout, not Cell 13 who were curious about what was going on, but it happened while you were with them at one of Nico’s appointments.

-You told them to stay with the doctors as you ran out with Lala, but they were quick to follow as Hajime shouted your name, pointing you towards those who broke out.

-You grabbed a rope from a nearby construction project near the clinic and you ran for the bridge to swing as you shouted, “Lala!” she just grunted and grabbed the end of the rope and you ran for the backside of the bridge, propelling you the opposite way as you swung, easily letting go and sailing through the sky.

-Cell 13 were in awe, all of them with bright sparkly eyes as they cheered and you landed in front of the escapees who had seen Hajime, running from him.

-One of them smirked, “Get out of the way babe, or we’ll take you hostage!” He ran at you, seeing you weren’t moving before a wall of fur dropped down between him and you, as Lala had charged once you let the rope go.

-She growled darkly, showing off her fangs as the escapees all screamed, hugging each other before Hajime arrived, whacking each of them on the head as he gave you a nod, “Good job Y/N, and Lala you as well!”

-You beamed, feeling happy for the praise as you admired Hajime, not so much in the romantic way, but he was someone you looked up to. You knew that Warden Momoko liked Hajime, which you thought was cute, and that’s why she paid you a little extra of her own personal money for pictures of Hajime during a normal day, minus the escapes of course.

-You hugged Lala, praising her after she turned and she huffed through her nose, looking proud as she adjusted her hat and patted your head, praising you before you hung from her back, arms around her neck as she swung to get back up to Cell 13 who immediately swarmed you with questions, looking elated at your skills.

-You couldn’t help but giggle, thinking they were cute, while Lala huffed softly again, allowing it, as they weren’t asking rude questions, as you led them back to their cell, telling them about the circus you and Lala grew up in together, happy that everything ended peacefully.

#nanbaka jyugo #nanbaka hajime #nanbaka nico #nanbaka uno #nanbaka rock #nanbaka x reader

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fromtheboundlesssea · 2 months

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Listening to A Game of Thrones again. I only just finished Jon I and I just had a thought that I have no wish to expand upon at this moments, but maybe I will later or someone else could if they wish.

Starks and Targaryens

Lyanna / Ned / Catelyn -> Aemma / Viserys / Alicent

Lyanna and Aemma die giving birth to a child wanted by the father only for their only living child to be the gender the father of the child did not want. Both women haunt the story even though they are relegated to very brief mentions in their “historical” records. Both die due to a Targaryen man’s irrational belief in prophecy.

Ned and Viserys attempts to keep the peace between the two halves of their family, however, their first “child” causes tensions with his wife and other children and there is a divide between them. Both treat their first children above the typically accepted position their birth would have entitled them to.

Catelyn and Alicent are married to men and constantly feel compared to a woman who is dead or gone and feels threatened by the protective nature of their husband towards their first child. Both have a child who is disabled, only for their husbands to not care. No one was punished, even lightly, for the blinding of Aemond, and Viserys brushed the incident away. Ned left Catelyn alone with Bran, who could have very well died while he was away and chose his duty to Jon Arryn, someone dead, above his son. Both women die with vengeance for their dead children on their lips.

Jon / Robb -> Rhaenyra / Aegon II

Jon and Rhaenyra are their father’s eldest child and is raised above the station many children in their positions are given (Jon as a bastard and Rhaenyra as a girl). Their position within the family puts their stepmothers on edge and their positions also serve as a vague threat to their half-siblings. They both leave their homes and “set up court” elsewhere, Jon at Castle Black and Rhaenyra in Dragonstone, and stay away from the main fight of the series. Both were born the opposite gender their fathers wanted.

Robb and Aegon II both picked up their crowns after the urging of familial figures that discussed the danger their siblings are threatened with. Both lost control of their anger once their siblings began dying. Neither man seemed insistent on a crown and do not think of their other sibling as a danger to themselves despite the warnings of their mother. Both are betrayed by allies.

Benjen -> Daemon

These are more foils. Benjen is everything that Daemon is not and vice versa. Benjen sends himself into exile and remains there and serves the King and his brother with honor. He also tries to look out for his nephew and help raise him to be a proper man for the time he is with him. Daemon is constantly exiled for his actions but always comes back and leads his niece astray.

Jon / Sansa -> Aegon III / Jaehaera

Both Jon and Aegon III are made heir by the will of the previous king so that a woman won’t be given the throne (albeit for different reasons). Both have a complicated relationship with symbol of their house. They are traumatized by the death of a woman who had great influence over them (Ygritte and Rhaenyra). Both were never meant to be put in royal positions of authority, Jon being both a bastard and a second son, and Aegon with three older brothers and the son of the losing side.

Sansa and Jaehaera are both girls deeply traumatized by witnessing the death of beloved male relatives who are wrongly beheaded right in front of them. The two girls serve as keys to their houses and inheritance and are used for that inheritance despite being willed away from such an inheritance. While incited to violence, both are reluctant to such murder and do not enact it. They serve as a representative to sides of a war that are not well liked in the current ruling dynasty.

Ironically, if Jonsa were to happen it would be a true reconciliation of two sides of the similar conflicts that originated with the questions of inheritance.

Lannisters and Strongs

Tywin -> Lyonel

Both men are considered to be great politicians. However, their children undermined their political influence and reveal that both men are not actually as great as they are initially believed to be. Tywin does not think about the long term. Lyonel allows his son to put them all in danger by even allowing such rumors to swirl. If Lyonel were smart, he would have nipped those rumors in the bud not only to protect his son, but to not add shaky foundations for Rhaenyra’s reputation.

Jaime / Cersei -> Harwin / Rhaenyra

Both men have affairs with royal women and sire children that look like them. Both men have three bastards destined to die due to the greed of the women they love who can and will never acknowledge them as the fathers of their children.

Cersei and Rhaenyra do not wish to have children with their husbands, for different reasons, and often put their own sexual pleasure above their positions at court and their own allies. Both women are threatened by younger women who could usurp their place and often belittle them for the sake of their own vanity. Both greatly fear their younger brothers and what hand they might take in their deaths.

Tyrion / Larys

Both men are the “lesser” sons of their fathers and are disfigured—earning nicknames for said disfigurement. Both men are very resentful towards their siblings and either enact or wish for the destruction of their houses.

#house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #jonsa #anti viserys i targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen #those tags just in case

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anki-of-beleriand · 6 months

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In The Light You Love Her

Summary: Family was something you work for, it was the foundation of your relationship with Carol. One day, that promise to be another day in your perfect life, you found yourself facing the decisions that lead to that very moment, realising Carol Danvers was and would always be the love of your life.

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff, mentions of pregnancy, some light jealousy.

Pairing: Female! Reader x Carol Danvers , Past Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader.

Author's note: So this is a continuation for In the darkness you said goodbye and it is just an affirmation that Carol became the light in your life. I hope you guys like it, please as always, remember that English is not my mother tongue, so forgive my grammar, spelling and grammar mistakes.

The first time you woke up beside her, she was crying.

Carol Danvers had been taught by the Kree to get a handle of her emotions, to never show her weakness to anyone, and most importantly, to never let anyone see her cry. You were not sure on what to do, or how to react to this new vulnerable Carol; the tears were hot on her cheeks with her lips parted and soft whimpers leaving her mouth. You glanced around the ship, Goose perking up from her spot ready to jump into bed if necessary.

You remembered letting your hand wipe away the tears, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead before whispering reassuring words in her ear. It took some time, but soon she was crawling on you, burying her face on the nape of your neck, and going back to sleep. And, from that day on, that was how you usually slept. That was how Carol usually got some rest.

You blinked a couple of times, the yellowish light of the morning sun sneaking around the curtains in your room. You allowed yourself a lazy smile, your ears catching the ruckus happening on the kitchen on the first floor while the woman sleeping almost on top of you snuggled closer to you. You let your fingertips draw circles on the naked skin of her sides, enjoying the proximity of her and the memories washing over your mind.

Waking up with Carol Danvers in your arms was like a dream come true.

For more than five years, you and she had stayed on Earth giving up the role of heroes to become just normal citizens of the world. The universe had changed, and more heroes had come forward to take upon their shoulders the sacred duty of keeping peace in the galaxy; for Carol it had been hard to make the decision, for you it was something you had decided a long time ago.

The life you two shared at the moment didn’t come without sorrows, fights, and uncertainty.

You were pretty sure there was no other mismatched pairing as Carol and yourself were. Both hotheaded, both stubborn, both with a defined idea of what was right and what was wrong, coming to such a hard decision had come after a fight and a threat of losing one another.

Carol loved you enough to step back, and you loved her enough to continue fighting.

And just when everything seemed to have ended between the both of you, a threat appeared on the horizon and those new heroes came barging in to save the day. The New Avengers had surpassed their teachers, and you and Carol gave one another chance.

Another crashed followed by laughter rose around the house, the sleepy figure by your side shifted slightly placing soft kisses on your neck, that teasing hand placed on your waist dancing around your skin.

“I am afraid to go down and see the kitchen destroyed.” Carol mumbled huskily; you chuckled tilting your head to glance at her.

“I am afraid to even get a taste of what they are doing. I still haven’t recovered from the last time Kate and America tried to make something…” You shivered and Carol chuckled lifting her face from your neck.

Her eyelids were heavy around her eyes, her lips curled into lopsided grin that you returned before closing the gap between the both of you. The kiss soon turned into a full make-out session with Carol turned to her back, you placed your thigh between her legs while applying pressure to her core. You loved waking up with her like this, love how soft she was under your hands, how even though she looked tough and commanding she could melt under you, give in control whenever the situation demanded.

You smirked at her expression when you decided to stop and move away from her.

“Wh-what…” She blinked a couple of times holding herself up on her elbows, her eyes gleaming dangerously mad at you. “What the hell?”

“Everyone is downstairs, love, and everyone must be waiting for us…in a few moments, Ms. Khan is going to come knocking on our door, and I don’t want her to be scared again because she heard us having sex.”

“Ugh.” Carol dropped back on the mattress covering her face with the blanket just as you pat towards the bathroom, the blonde-haired woman still remembered that day in which she and you got the talk about not being loud or actually put on schedules so no one in the house would be scared for life.

Carol waited for a moment, she considered her options and soon she was tossing the blankets around while making her way to the bathroom. In there, Ms. Khan couldn’t hear them, right? She smiled to herself at her clever plan, it would take a while but at least she would get what she wanted before joining the circus downstairs.

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The place looked exactly as you expected it would look like the moment you offered your home for the celebrations.

Kamala and America were celebrating their graduation from High School, while Peter, Kate and Cassey were celebrations their graduation from university. You smiled when your eyes fell on Kamala who was in deep negotiations with a little brunette that was pouting while refusing to let go of the bangle, she had grabbed for herself, Bruno stood by the side holding back his smile.

The amount of noise filling up the first floor of your home made your heart fluttered with happiness. It had been so long since you last welcome everyone in your compound that you almost forgot what it was like to be part of the people in charge of the protection of the world, a warm hand wrapped tenderly around yours and you didn’t need to turn to know Carol had caught up to you just to witness what was happening in the kitchen.

“Finally, you two are awake!” Muneeba Khan appeared out of nowhere looking at the both of you with a firm scowl on her face, she put her hands on her hips shaking her head. “This place is a house of madness, and you two decided to sleep in!”

“Sorry, Ms. Khan!” You and Carol said at the same time, the older woman was about to continue with her scolding when the little brunette came running right into your arms.

“Mama!!”

“You beautiful baby!” You knelt down picking the little girl in your arms, she giggled while you lifted her in the air making her giggled happily. “What is that in your arm, Princess?”

“Behan Kamala gave it to me!”

“I did not!”

You chuckled while the little girl gripped the bangle tightly to her chest, you poked her nose while Carol huffed beside you two stretching her hand up.

“Emma, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!” The girl shook her head stubbornly, turning around and running away.

Kamala winced looking at you with her hands on her hips, “Y/N!”

“Kamala she is like five years old! Go after her!”

“But…but she won’t give it back! Please help me…” Kamala winced hearing her bangle falling to the ground, a shriek and Yelena and Kate arguing all over again.

“Kamala, really just tell Emma that you will get her a different one.” You replied amusedly, Kamala crossed her arms pouting and you finally found the person that taught Emma such a pose.

“Fine! Ugh, Emma come here!”

You observed them with amusement, your heart tugging in your chest just as Emma showed from behind a door laughing when Yelena picked her up and was helped to hide from Kamala who was being helped by Kate who, at the same time, was being stopped by America while Peter stood in the corner with Cassey.

The house was always at its best when all the children were home. And you were reminded of the moment your children came into yours and Carol’s life.

Emma was the glimmer of hope that had brought happiness and peace to Carol's nightmares.

The first time you two talked about children she had panicked, and she had run from you. You found her fighting a group of poor unsuspecting pirates attacking on the south coast of Tanzania. You finished the battle with a single click of your hand, and Carol was forced to face you. She was scared of the consequences of a family, of her not being able to be a mother, or a wife or anything that you might want. But you just wanted her, and the conversation ended there for the moment.

The second time you two talked about children, it was Ms.Khan who brought the topic. She asked about the possibility of biological children during lesbian se, if magic or alien technology intervene. You were horrified, Carol was horrified, Kamala was mortified, and Mr. Khan for the first time cut off his wife by dragging her away.

By the time it was quite obvious this was something you two had been thinking about, Carol was the first one to ask. Would you be carrying the baby? How many could you two have? Would it be better if you adopt them?

You remembered cutting her words with a kiss and a marriage proposal. Kids were the future, but first the both of you need to forge the present. So you two got married and then, as time passed by, children came into your life.

First was Emma.

Sweet Emma was born in a loveless home, put to death by a cult and rescued by America and the Team in a world without sun.

She had been a small and sick child, always crying and looking for the warmth that Carol could offer. The little girl loved snuggling closer to Carol when she was using her power to warm her up. She had grown to be an amazing girl, and you had seen the potential behind her brown eyes and mischievous smile. She would be trouble, their own Captain Trouble.

Then, came Nicolas.

The little boy that was the spitting image of Carol Danvers.

The boy you had carried in yourself and that was as much as your son as Carol's. You lifted your face to see America carrying Nico around approaching the group with a huge smile on their faces.

If someone were to ask you how you picture your future, this was not it. You could never imagine that Wanda would not be there with you, or that she would cheat and you would leave earth at any point. You never imagined that you would fall in love with Carol, or that she would fall in love with you.

You never imagined your house filled with children, teens and a found family that lived meddling around and that were always bringing smiles to your faces.

“Hey, you're thinking too loudly.” The voice to your side startled you, Natasha smiled softly at you glancing at the full house then settling her eyes on you.

“I never thought it would be like this.” You grabbed the mug of hot chocolate Natasha was offering you, a loud bang and laughter soon filled the house and the thunder outside followed by a couple of profanities told you Thor had done something inappropriate.

You snorted hearing Ms. Khan scolded everyone with the help of Pepper, and you knew things were under control. Natasha nodded towards the main exit and you followed her with a curious frown in place.

“How is everything going?” You blurted the question, Natasha sighed, glancing at the main yard leading to a couple or cars parked right outside.

“It's good, she is recovering.” Natasha put her phone out, tapping a few keys she handed it to you. “The people in Westview are recovering this Agatha lady was captured and is under Strange’s watch. But he is worried.”

And you could see why.

Wanda had gone down a path you never thought would be possible, she had not only lost you almost ten years ago but she had also lost everyone around her. She had closed off all possibilities of forging a friendship or familiar relationship with anyone inside the Avengers, and she had gone alone on a quest to find happiness.

It ended up wrong.

Whatever had happened, she had enslaved a full city creating a life in which you and her were happy. You two had a family. You two had twin boys that were the spitting image of their mother's. Monica and Riri had assisted Shield and Sword in the case and you were asked to come for additional help but you just couldn't. Carol had been left in the dark, and your own family needed you.

Besides, the sight of you being in a fabricate life in which you and Wanda had become a family scared you. Natasha placed a hand on yours, her features softned showing off the wrinkles forming around her eyes, her mouth and nose. She was growing old, and much like most of Earth's Mightiest Heroes she retired from active duty making sure the newest generation received good training and support.

“He wants to bring her here? Is he mad?!” You locked the phone, returning it tk Natasha shaking your head. “I can't put my family in danger, Carol doesn't know…”

“What is it that I don't know?” Carol appeared around the corner of the house, she had been wearing a grin that soon wiped out at the scene in front of her.

You were tense, with Natasha standing close to you and her phone in her hand. The both of you clamped your mouth shut and that was when Carol knew something was up.

“So, what I don't know…” She asked again, leaving her words hanging in the air, her steps taking her closer to you.

“Strange wants to bring Wanda here.” Natasha blurted out, you glared at her but Carol was now completely confused.

“Oh, I didn't know they were… Together?” Carol blinked seeking confirmation to her words but finding tension instead of answers.

“They are not.” You replied through gritted teeth, Carol lifted a brow then she turned to Natasha.

“Look, they both had taken care of America since she came here, and they just wanted to be part of this celebration.” Natasha clarified, Carol pressed her lips together before nodding to Natasha.

“Then tell them to come, everything is set up but I know we wouldn't say no to one of those barrels of Ale Wong keeps in his office.”

“Carol…” The use of her full name stopped Carol for a moment, she lifted a hand and kept her attention on Natasha.

“You can tell them to come, please Tasha, and can I have a moment alone with my wife?”

“Yes, of course.” Natasha sent an apologetic stare your way, and you knew you were in to provide explanations to Carol who now had her eyes on you.

“So, you care to explain?” She stood before you with her arms crossed, a tilt of her head and a glint in her eyes you were familiar with.

You sighed letting your hand fix your hair while your eyes lifted to the sky, it had been so long since you found yourself under the pressure of Wanda Maximoff. At the beginning of your relationship with Carol it had been a sore topic, it was quite evident that a part of you still felt something for her. With time, you and Carol learnt it was only natural, Tha affection remained in your heart didn't mean you were still in love, and you learnt to move on from those emotions without giving them a second thought. And Carol had learnt that you had eyes only for her, that your heart was in her hands.

So it wasn't jealousy that Carol was experimenting.

Well, yes, she was jealous, she had always seen the longing in Wanda's eyes. She had seen the lingering love in there while you remained clueless about it. But it had never bothered Carol too much. At the end of the day, you were by her side.

“Should I be worried?” Carol finally asked and you shit her a quick glance shaking your head.

“No, of course not.” You stepped closer to her, your arms finding her waist, your nose finding hers and your warm breath smelling of hot chocolate caressing Carol's face.

“I love you, my sunshine.” You whispered tenderly. “Some things happened recently, and I just don't want any trouble on this day.”

“You mean, the imaginary world Wanda created with you and the twins?” Carol rolled her eyes at your naivety, you looked shocked and the other woman smiled, placing her hand on your cheek.

“You are an idiot.” She said warmly before closing the gap and kissing you slowly.

You almost lost yourself in the kiss until you remembered her words.

“Wait, you knew?!”

“Of course I knew!” Carol snorted in amusement, and contrary to what you thought she would say she looked rather calm about the whole thing.

“Aren't you…” You gestured with your hand trying to look for the right words, Carol snorted, lifting a single eyebrow at you.

“Jealous?” You nodded at her words and she merely rolled her eyes. “Of course I was! I was about to blast the freaking dome down but Kamala stopped me.”

“Kamala knows?” Now, you were dizzy, the best kept secret you had ever had was everyone's common knowledge.

“It was an accident, actually. She was coming to hurt you for even thinking about cheating on me.” Carol chuckled. “It was sweet until we dig in more and found out about the hex.”

You narrowed your eyes, “why didn't you say anything?”

Carol shrugged, stepping back a little, “I knew that when the time was right you would come to me and explain what happened. Y/N I know you, I trust you… And whatever had happened with Wanda, I know that she is still a part of you and the team. We are family and we don't give our backs to family, you taught me that.”

“Gods, could I love you any more than I already do?” You wrapped your arms around Carol finding comfort in her, the other woman chuckled, shaking her head.

“I think that can be arranged.” She said nervously, you frowned, stepping back while locking your eyes to hers.

“What do you mean?” You scrunched up your nose, and Carol softened slightly at your expression.

She grabbed your hand, trembling. She took it to her abdomen and placed it there. It took you a couple of moments but then your eyes grew big and your lips curled into a huge grin.

“You mean…”

“Bruce just confirmed it but I suspect as much.”

“Yes!” You lifted her in your arms leaning in to kiss her passionately in between gasp of laughter and excitement.

The both of you had talked about a third child, Emma had been adopted and you had carried Nicolas, but a third child was a mystery for the both of you. Carol was not overly excited with the idea of getting pregnant, in reality she was just happy to have children as long as she didn't go through the pregnancy. It was fine by you, you did it with gusto and you had never been so happy in your life. But just as Nicolas was pure Carol, the both of you had wanted a third child to be pure you.

Carol had woken up one day asking to be a mother of your child. You had been confused at first until she just said.

I think I'm ready, I will carry your child and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

“Carol, this is amazing!! Come we have to tell everyone and then we are going to…”

“Easy there, tiger.” Carol giggled, stopping you before you went back inside to scream at the top of your lungs.

You stopped confused, eager to let everyone know until you realised Carol was serious.

“Today is their day, love, today we are celebrating their graduations and we are going to do just that.” She softened at the pout forming on your face. “This can wait, love. I want it to be our secret until everything is fine.”

“Fine, you're right.” Then you leaned in to steal another kiss. “Oh, but later I'm just going to show you how happy I am with this news, and we will celebrate.”

“Oh I will hold you to that.” Carol replied, smiling , leaning in to deepen the kiss.

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The backyard had been changed for the occasion.

All around the main yard, torches had been placed to project light hues of yellow that resembled the afternoon light. The tables were filled with food and fine cutlery made of the colours that had represented each hero at some point in their history. They were family and, as such, they had been mixed up with everyone without any preferences just with the idea of sharing with one another while celebrating the accomplishment of the newest generation.

You shifted from one foot to the other, your eyes dancing around the place while Carol assisted a very demanding Muneeba that was barking orders to everyone helping with the food. You smiled tenderly, the older woman had become like a mother to you and Carol always making sure the both of you were eating, sleeping, and healthy at all times.

She adored the children, and her overprotective nature had become something Carol and you yearned whenever you were away from Jersey.

“Ammi is really giving it her all, uh?” You chuckled, wrapping your arm around Kamala, the young woman was holding Nicolas who was playing sleepily with her hair.

“She loves it, and Carol enjoys it a bit too much.” You glanced at your son, then at Kamala. “Congratulations, by the way. I knew you could do it.”

Kamala smiled sheepishly, “it is all thanks to you, guys. And to Peter who never gave up on my education.”

You rolled your eyes, snorting a laugh before making sure you were fixing some strands of hair.

“Want me to help you with the kid?”

“No, please, he is fine here and I miss him so much.” Kamala softened slightly. “Nothing is the same when Emma and Nico are away.”

“Gee, that makes me feel so love…” You commented teasingly, Kamala bumped against you rolling her eyes.

“You know I missed you two as well, I regret not having come over the Summer with Monica.” Kamala made a face while remembering that time of the year. “Jersey was horrible at that time, and perhaps I would have gotten the full family treatment you guys gave her. I'm starting to think you are loving her more than me.”

The declaration was overdramatic, you couldn't help the roll of eyes while making sure your arms were once more around the young woman. Your relationship with Kamala was special, she had idolised you and Carol at first but after that first mission she had grown to be like a little sister. Like another daughter. She and Monica behave like five-year Olds from time to time, and Carol was all for being that rebel auntie that would teach them cool things they would need when growing up.

When Emma had shown up in your lives, and Nico had been born, both of them had taken the role of big sisters and soon it was as if this found family always found a way to complement one another.

“You shouldn't be, now that you are off to college you can come over whenever you want.” You replied. “You know you are always welcome here, and you will always have a room here.”

Kamala threw herself at you making sure that Nico was snuggled closer while she melted into the tight embrace you provided. You grinned happily, one hand holding Kamala, and the other caressing your son’s hair, for a brief moment you lifted your face only to see Carol shooting at you a quick glance, her brown eyes warming up at the sight while her smile made your heart fluttered with yearn. You wished you could talk about the news; you knew that Kamala would just shriek into the sky before going in big-sister mode and fuzzed around Carol and the children. She had always had a soft side for Nicolas and Emma, and with this new baby she would probably short-circuit.

“You know I’m gonna miss you guys.” Kamala stepped back, tearing up a little. She was about to continue talking when a quick breeze cut through the afternoon and the buzzing sound of a portal interrupted all conversation happening around the yard.

The silence that fell around the yard was almost sepulchral, everyone was looking over the portal that had just opened to reveal Stephen Strange, Wong and Wanda Maximoff. Your body went rigid at the sight before you, there was a strange pressure around your chest and a deep void in your lower stomach. It had been so long since you last saw those green eyes looking at you, since you last saw the woman you had loved at a younger age.

Wanda Maximoff had changed.

Her hair was longer, and her face was tired and filled with unfinished troubles that had plagued her for far too long. You stopped asking about her, but you had known that she had been struggling with her powers and with her happiness; you didn’t like hearing about it, and more than once you had tried to reach out only to back down at the last minute.

Carol never understood it, and you had always made it clear this was a topic you didn’t want to talk about. But right now, seeing here in your home after hearing about Westview, well…you couldn’t hide, you couldn’t avoid her.

The silence was stretching around the place, and the tension was completely palpable around the room. America shifted forward, Emma hugging her arm with big, curious eyes glancing at Wanda. Before anyone could do or say anything, Carol sprung into action her lips breaking into a single smile while she stepped forward hugging Wanda briefly.

“Wanda! I’m so glad you came.” She stated stepping back before turning to Strange and stretching his hand with a wink. “Strange, as always late and making an entrance, you’re just missing the fanfare and would look just like Stark.”

“I will take that as an insult.”

“Hey, Mandrake, I’m right here!”

The banter broke the tension around the yard, and Wanda had stood frozen in place the moment Carol had welcomed her with such a warm gesture. Everyone soon let out the breath they were holding, conversation soon resumed and Carol was left alone with Wanda who was glancing at you then back at the blond-haired woman in front of her.

“So, how are you doing?” Carol asked mildly interested about it while standing subtly in front of Wanda’s line of vision.

Wanda blinked a couple of times, scarlet whisps of magic coming from her hands until another person came in wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette.

“Wanda! I thought you wouldn’t come.” America offered a warm embrace to the other woman, soon stepping back while her left hand was holding onto a small hand.

Wanda lowered her green eyes, softening completely when she took into the small frame of Emma Danvers.

The young girl tilted her head, on her left arm she was wearing a big bangle while her dressed was a mixture of the colours you had always favoured. Blue and Green. Wanda swallowed down her tears, opening her mouth before centring her attention on America then on Carol.

“Of course, I was coming, it is your graduation after all. And thank you for letting me come, I just…”

“Nonsense, you are welcome in my home, Wanda. Now if you excuse me…” Carol winced when there was a bang followed by laughter coming from the kitchen. “I think I may be needed in the kitchen.”

Wanda was not feeling overly welcome, she was still standing on the same place Strang and Wong had left her and her eyes tried to look around for someone familiar, someone that didn’t make her look and feel so out of place. America could see the mounting anxiety in Wanda, she wished things were easier for the woman she considered like a mother, but America had heard the stories and she was unsured on how to proceed with this.

“Who are you?” Emma stepped closer looking up at Wanda who blinked a little before glancing down.

“I’m Wanda.” She replied cautiously, Emma nodded as if that explained everything before turning to America.

“She is your mummy?” America flushed looking at Wanda then at Emma then at Wanda again.

“Eh, something like that.” She replied lowly, Wanda felt her lips quirked and America decided her shoes were far more interesting at the moment.

Emma turned to Wanda grinning, “you’re pretty, and you’re red! All red!!! Buy you are black, all black!”

Wanda cocked her head; she opened her mouth to ask what the little girl meant when a voice she had yearned to hear once more reached her ears. You were standing right before her, there was not a single show of emotion on your face, but your eyes were gleaming with trepidation right to your side was your young protegee Kamala who was holding a small boy in her arms.

“She is an empath, but she can only differentiate emotions through colours.” You went to pick up Emma, softening completely as the girl giggled at you. “Hello Wanda.

“Y/N.” She replied in a weak voice, she was looking at the scene in front of her and her heart dropped at the familiarity. “It’s…it’s good to see you.”

You wait for a moment, poking Emma on her nose before turning to Wanda.

“It’s good to see you too.”

America and Kamala exchanged a knowing glance, America stepped in opening her arms and Emma was soon jumping from your arms to America’s ones.

“I think we…” Kamala started talking but soon trailed off not knowing what to say.

“You guys need to talk, and Nico needs a bed, and Emma needs less sweets, right young lady?”

“Nuh-uh!” Emma shook her head chuckling while everyone left and soon you were standing with Wanda all alone.

Coldness soon followed, and you realized there was nothing much you could say or talk with the woman standing before you. It had been so long since you last saw her, you knew you didn’t know her any longer. Wanda let out a heavy sigh putting her arms around herself.

“I know you don’t want me here.” She mumbled; you snorted shrugging.

“It’s not that, Wanda.” You brushed your hair making sure you didn’t look away from those green eyes. “It has been too long, and I didn’t know… how to approach you, or this conversation.”

Wanda nodded in understanding, “you know about Westview.”

Wanda knew sooner or later you would also get to know what had happened, the state of her mind that led her to such a situation. She feared that her life had been spiralling out of control ever since she messed up her chance at happiness with you. Wanda had never accepted the fact she had lost you, and it had been hard for her to try and go back on her feet without anyone or anything to hold onto. Now, after all those years, she was finally starting to understand her emotions and her powers.

“I do.” You shrugged turning around to see everyone busy with one thing or another, you tried to look for Carol but your wife was nowhere to be seen. “I know everything about it, I received updates of everything that happened during and afterwards.”

Wanda winced hating that you had been given full access to her file. It was almost logical that would happen, at some point they thought you and your family were in danger. Everyone thought sooner or later, Wanda would come to claim you for her alone.

“How have you been, Wanda? I know that living in Kamar Taj is not ideal, but I also bet it has been interesting.” You offered small talk, Wanda hesitated before she started talking to you telling you everything she had done while getting to the temple and starting her recovery.

At the other end of the yard, inside the house Carol was watching the scene with a mixture of jealousy and anxiety. She could see how you and Wanda ease out, and soon the tension was gone and you two found yourselves talking slowly but surely about several topics. Carol knew she should not fear, but watching the easiness behind the conversation made her doubt.

She pressed her lips together and soon busied herself with the food. It was better for her to not think about anything at all.

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Night had already fallen and the backyard had been illuminated with torches and lights that decorated the world while the celebration continued in your home. You were making sure Nicolas was snuggled comfortably on his crib, while Emma was fast asleep on her bed, the sound of laughter, conversation and music didn’t disturb them.

“They really had a good time today.” You leaned back to the woman standing behind you, Carol was warmth against your touch, her arms placed tenderly around your abdomen while her chin rested on your shoulder.

“They did. I think all of us did.” You replied not missing the glint of doubt in your wife’s eyes when you turned to face her. “What is it?”

Carol hesitated for a moment, she opened her mouth then close it again, then opened it again with more confidence.

“What did you think about Wanda?” The question was innocent enough, but you could tell there was more she wanted to ask but didn’t dare to.

If there was a topic that had always made Carol doubtful was the topic of Wanda. You were not completely aware of this at first, but with time and good observation skills you could teel there were some situations that still bother Carol a lot. And that day in particular you had seen it.

Jealousy.

Insecurity.

The Captain Marvel was just jealous, insecure, and afraid of a woman that had been buried in your past for far too long. And of course, you couldn’t blame her, that very day you had spoken with Wanda like you hadn’t done in so long, and soon Emma and Nicolas had been so curious about her they had come to the brunette with childish innocence that melted the witch away and made you stayed by her side for far too long.

Now, standing in your children’s room you could see the glimmer of doubt in her eyes.

You offered a half smile, with a single hand brushing her hair away before leaning in and wrapping your lips with hers. The kiss was soft at first, just a brush of lips asking for comfort; your hands wrapping around her waist putting Carol closer to you. With a tilt of your head, you deepened the kiss, your tongue asking for entrance finding the sweet, velvety tongue of Carol playing with yours.

“Mmm, what was that for?” Carol grinned touching your forehead with hers.

“I love you.” You whispered kissing her again, this time around hungrily until your heart fluttered at the whimper that left her lips.

“I love you too.” She replied chuckling, her eyes opening and glancing at you curiously.

“You are the light in my life, Carol.” You said seriously, and just as you said this you allowed the shadows around the both of you to grow and engulfed you in darkness.

Soon, just as it had always happened, Carol started gleaming from her chest all through her body. She snorted shaking her head when you leaned in placing sweet kisses around her jaw and neck.

“You gave me so much happiness, you gave me your love and a family and I just…” You trailed off, this time around your hands placing themselves on her abdomen. “I jus can’t stop falling in love with you every day…”

“So, I was that obvious, uh?” Carol tried to move away and hide away her shame at having been discovered in her childish emotions.

You snorted not letting her step away from your arms.

“Pretty obvious, love…but I love that side of you. I don’t get to see it too often.” You smirked, and Carol winced still trying to get away from you.

“So you like making me jealous…” She started, and this time around her eyes were showing a yellowish light that told you better kept your mouth shut.

“I like making you happy.” You replied rather cheekily, Carol rolled her eyes but the softening in her stare was enough to go back to place soft kisses on her face. “I can’t think of anyone or anything that would make me this happy, Carol. You have become my family, you and the kids and the little Captain that it is on their way.”

Carol chuckled stepping back just to make sure she was looking at you, “little Captain?”

“Well, we don’t know if it is a boy or a girl so…”

Carol bit on her lower lip tilting her head she dropped all pretences to let you see the vulnerability in her eyes.

“I just couldn’t help but thing how easily was for you to talk to her, for the children to approach her.” Carol made a face crossing her arms while shying away from you and her own vulnerability. “I know it was foolish, I feel stupid.”

You chuckled nodding in agreement.

“It was pretty stupid.” You agreed, Carol huffed turning around ready to leave the room.

“Okay, then you would prefer to sleep in the sofa with someone not as stupid as…” She hated the fact sometimes you made it easier for her to melt right away and fall into your arms.

It was your childish pout, and the glint in your eyes. The same mischievous smile that Nicolas had inherited and the one Emma was learning to make, Carol had to snickered when you turned her around dancing playfully while making her back away until her back came into contact with the door of your room.

“Nu-uh, Captain, I will sleep with you because I don’t think I will be able to sleep otherwise, and everyone is rather busy and Ms. Khan will make sure everyone behaves so…” You wriggled your eyebrows shooting Carol a flirty smile. “What do you say if we finished what we start this morning, and I show you that you are the light of my life, the woman that I wake up every morning for…That you, Carol Danvers, have my heart at your mercy.”

“God I forgot what a sweet talker you are.” The blond-haired woman stated though it was almost impossible for her to wipe away her grin.

“And you love me for that.” You exclaimed proudly, gasping when Carol dragged you into the room pressing you against the door making sure it was completely close.

“You are impossible.” Carol then leaned teasing your lips with hers. “Now, what do you say if we stop talking and you just finish what you start this morning.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You leaned in sealing the night with a searing kiss.

Later, when the sound of music, laughter and conversation had died of, and you laid in bed with Carol lying on top of you fast asleep you tilted your head to see the moon shinning in the distance. You had always held darkness inside you, your travels around the universe had taught you about your race and the birth of your civilization. You knew the potential for evil and shadows inside you, and in the midst of al of this was Carol Danvers.

At some point she had become your light.

The only one that could disperse that darkness and ignited inside you the spark of hope, love and peace. Carol was the mother of your children, she was your wife, but most importantly…

…Carol Danvers was the light in your life that you love.

#personal #fanfic #Carol Danvers x Female!Reader #Carolxreader #Female Reader #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x y/n

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togenabi · 1 year

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by the window under the moonlight

inumaki toge x fem!reader ♡ royalty au

♡—when sent to look for your brother, you find a handsome stranger instead.

word count♡— 1.9k words

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— strangers to potential lovers, mutual pining, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, love at first sight ish, very fluff, mc pins toge to the wall, toge writes a love letter, toge uses sign language bc I refuse to write shake or salmon in a royalty au, lets just say that mc is called princess bc their empire > the other kingdoms

author's note♡— i desperately needed toge fluff, so i was motivated to write this! might be a bit wonky bc it's been a while since i wrote a fic, but i'm still happy with how it turned out ^^ enjoy!

You don't know why you believed Satoru when he promised he would sit still at tonight's ball. Maybe it was because you were genuinely looking forward to it. Maybe you wanted to believe that you would have fun with your friends without having to worry about the troublesome crown prince.

But... he was your brother, and as it always was in times like these, you're sent away to find him.

Because he does listen to you.

...

To an extent.

...

When he feels like it.

Running your hands through your hair, you turn towards yet another empty corridor.

“Just where is that annoying—” Your grumbling is interrupted when you spot a head of white hair flit by the corner of your eye.

‘Aha!’ You rush immediately to follow the figure.

It quickly becomes clear that he's very good at dodging you and leading you in circles. However, you know this castle better than anyone, and you trap him into a corner soon enough.

“I'm surprised you fell for that. You aren't usually this easy to... catch...”

A beautiful stained glass window is fixed at the end of the corridor you led him to. The moonlight shines through it and paints the stranger in breathtaking colors.

‘Who is he?’, you wonder. You don't think you've ever seen someone so handsome... Despite an extended collar covering half of his face.

He meets your eyes and frowns. Though you only stand in front of him in confusion.

“You're not... Satoru.” You start slowly, trying to grasp the situation. “Why did you run from me?”

You hear several scuffling feet in the distance, and suddenly you're alarmed.

‘Shit, is this an ambush?’

The stranger seems to be distracted by the noise as well. Taking the opportunity, you sprint and tackle him, pinning him to the wall. This hallway is secluded enough that you're confident whoever's following you won't be able to find you if you keep quiet.

He looks like he's about to say something, but you don't let him.

“Shush!” You say. He looks bewildered.

A moment passes, and you realize that the noise was only from the knights rushing to look for Satoru as well.

You find yourself staying still despite having nothing to hide from the knights. ‘Why do I feel like I've done something wrong?!’

You take the time to analyze the man in front of you while waiting for the knights to depart. Though you can feel his strong build, he doesn't resist you. Perhaps he isn't particularly dangerous, or maybe he doesn't see you as enough of a threat to put up a fight.

The latter irks you more than you thought it would.

The noises fade, and you're about to loosen your grip on the stranger when you hear more sounds. This time, it's the boisterous laughter of those annoying, pompous delegates.

Annoyance paints your face just thinking about the ridiculous rumors they spread. If only they'd properly do their jobs instead of gossiping and pestering you to get married. Imagine if they saw you now, pinning this man to the wall. Why, they would probably chatter about it for years and—

You suddenly realize how... delicate your current situation is.

You panic, and the stranger tilts his head as if asking you, ‘What?’

“Shhhhh!!!” Before you could help it, you shush the man with urgency, using your hands to cover his mouth. You couldn't even begin to comprehend the international scandal that would unfold should you be discovered in this very compromising position—with a noble you've never met, no less!

“Did you hear that the crown prince disappeared again?” One of the delegates cackled.

“Oh my, again? Then was the princess sent to fetch him?”

“It seems so! But I hear she has been gone for some time as well! Ho ho!”

“Perhaps she has gotten tired playing her brother's keeper. I can't believe the future of the empire lies on the shoulders of someone so happy-go-lucky. Tsk.”

The voices fade. Holding your breath, you crane your neck every which way to see if the delegates have truly left. You finally spare the stranger a glance once you're met with a noiseless hallway. You sigh deeply.

‘This man would probably be angry’, you think to yourself...

You expected him to be mad, or to throw a tantrum. You waited for him to shove you off despite you being a princess—to demand an explanation and god forbid, compensation for the stress they endured this entire ordeal. That's how most, if not all, nobles were these days. Entitled beyond repair.

But to your surprise, you find him smiling. The corners of his eyes pinch as if he finds the situation very amusing. His shoulders shake due to laughter, and that's when you notice the color of his coat—a deep bluish purple... The color reminds you of the Inumaki clan, of the flag on the carriage you saw arriving this morning.

...

Ah. You let go of him.

His eyes glow with mischief as he watches you take in his appearance. The coat. The color of his hair. The purple eyes...

...The markings he reveals after he pulls down his collar.

You've played yourself a fool.

You back away from him immediately, clearing your throat and smoothing your hands over your skirt. “I deeply apologize, prince Toge.” You bow deeply.

Toge bows to you as well. Afterwards, he begins to sign a response. ‘You have a strong grip, princess.’

Your cheeks grow warm. Of course he decides to make fun of you. But then again, it was very rude of you to have literally cornered and restrained him.

“Again, I'm sorry.” You take a deep breath. “As you may have heard, I was looking for my brother. I only followed you because I thought you were him.”

His eyes glint wickedly. ‘And the pinning?’

“I-I was flustered.” You still are, but you curtsy to him and look to the floor to hide your expression. “Please excuse me. I must go.”

Toge watches you leave, and a smile blooms on his face when he sees your ears turning red.

He looks back to the stunning window at the end of the hall, and engraves into his memory how beautiful you had looked under the iridescent moonlight.

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After trying (and failing) to find your dearest brother, you decide to return to the ballroom. You spot your trio of best friends conversing near the buffet table. Prince Megumi catches your sight first, and walks briskly to meet you.

“Where have you been?” He asks, and you think this is the most frazzled you've seen of the dark haired prince.

“I was looking for my brother, where else?” Your thoughts wander to prince Toge, and you subconsciously look around to see if he has returned as well. Your eyes find prince Yuji and princess Nobara approaching.

“When we thought you were taking too long, we left to find you.” Nobara explains. “But we ended up finding your brother instead.” She gestures to the end of the ballroom, where Satoru is sprawled on his seat next to the emperor's.

“Serves him right to look so bored. He's so much more trouble than he's worth.” You tsk.

Yuji catches your attention. “But I don't understand what took you so long, princess. You usually find him quickly, did something happen?”

Once again, your mind is brought back to Toge, and how he looked when you first saw him.

You must have taken a beat longer to reply. The three of them suddenly lean closer to try and read your expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Don't you dare try to keep whatever this is a secret from us!”

“So something did happen!”

They bombard you with questions, and you're suddenly overwhelmed. “I'll explain if you all let me, now will you?”

You pull them towards the wall, where there are less people, before explaining what happened.

...

You immediately regret doing so.

Your friends fail to compose themselves as they laugh. You're baffled as even Megumi laughs at you. He tries to cover his mouth, but it's too late. You glare at all of them.

“I can't believe you told prince Toge, of all people, to shush!” Nobara wipes her eyes with a handkerchief.

Yuji is still keeled over as he nods. “I would have paid to see that!”

“Now I understand what Maki and Panda were laughing about earlier, and why they kept looking over at us.” Megumi smirks at you teasingly.

“No!” You gasp. “They didn't!”

“Oh yes they did!” Yuji counters. “It all makes sense now!”

The trio seems to have regained their composure, but you're still a bit miffed. You refuse their offer to dance with you.

“I don't want to dance with any of you right now.”

“Oh shush, princess!” Nobara says, and they're caught in a fit of laughter once again.

But then their eyes shift to something behind you, and their next words get stuck in their throat.

You hear footsteps before you look over your shoulder. Prince Toge advances towards you.

He bows in a graceful motion, just as he did before. ‘I greet the princess of the empire. May I have this dance?’ He asks before holding out his hand.

You expected to be too embarrassed to dance with him well. But you're learning that your expectations are often wrong tonight.

Words fail to describe how wonderful it was to dance with him.

For someone who held him against a wall, the prince looks at you fondly. More fondly than you expected, and more fondly than anyone else has ever regarded you. His movements are confident and smooth as he leads you along to the music.

You want to apologize again, and possibly say that you're enjoying your time with him; but you have the strangest feeling that he already knows.

And thus, you stay silent, and let yourself be swept off your feet. The gentle melody plays on and contrasts with the erratic beating of your heart.

When the dance ends, he leans down to bring his face closer to yours. He takes your hands and brings your fingers up to cover his lips—reminiscent of how you had done earlier when you were hiding. You blush as he kisses your fingers while holding your hands firmly.

You find yourself unable to think of anything else even when the ball draws to a close.

You're unable to properly greet him goodbye, but you meet his eye when he looks over before entering his carriage. He nods, and smiles sweetly at you, the kind that reaches his eyes.

Your attention snaps away from him when Nobara demands you make her your maid of honor at your wedding, and you're left flustered once again.

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A letter from him arrived the next day.

Dearest princess,

I realize I left you last night without apologizing to you. Please accept my apology now, though it may be late. You said you were flustered, and that was what led you to your actions last night. I'm afraid it was the same for me.

I don't know why I ran from you, or why I didn't bother to turn around sooner to confirm the identity of my pursuer. But now I'm certainly glad I didn't, for it has left me with memories I will surely cherish.

I will be frank. I am unable to stop my thoughts of you, and would like to get to know you more. Allow me to be the one to pursue you, this time.

In a few weeks, during the crown prince's birthday banquet, please let me steal you away for a while. I hope to meet you there again, by the window under the moonlight. I look forward to your reply.

Thinking of you,

- Toge

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[PART 2]

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mandalorianchronicles · 1 year

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Mandalorian History 101

The following is a simplified timeline of all the major events in Mandalorian history leading up to The Clone Wars. This is compiled from the section of The Bounty Hunter Code dealing with Death Watch and Mandalorian history. It is copywrite 2014, the first year of the new canon. Though the book is not included in Disney canon, it was published after TCW episodes dealing Death Watch and not been refuted by anything in current canon, so there is no reason to believe it is not accurate.

approx. 7000 BBY - The Taung race (Progenitors of present day Mandalorians) cleanse Mandalorian space of its inhabitants and lay down roots

approx. 4000 BBY - Mandalorians fight alongside the Sith in the Great Sith War, but are betrayed - Mand’alor the Ultimate opens up the creed to their slaves and conquered people because their race is dying out - They begin a campaign for galactic conquest called The Onlaught, but it was more to fill out their ranks with new recruits - They are defeated by the Republic and the Mandalorians lay low for a time

approx. 1100 BBY - Mand’alor the Uniter brought the best and brightest Mandalorians from the throughout the galaxy home - Warriors ruled, protecting the artisans, manufacturers, and laborers who supported them, and the vassals and servants who supported them in turn - The Darksaber is forged by Tarre Vizsla (the only Mandalorian to become a Jedi)

approx. 700 BBY - Mandalorians begin to stir again and the Jedi take up arms, nearly wiped them out in the “Annihilation” - The New Mandalorians who rejected the warrior ways gain power when the Republic installed them in the government - The Aka’liit (The Mandalorian Faithful to the warrior way) lived in the shadows, giving the allegiance to the True Mandalores they appointed

approx. 200 BBY - There is a split among the Faithful – some wanted to conquer any potential threats while others argued against starting wars and living by more peaceful means

approx. 60 BBY - The Faithful chose Jaster Mereel as the True Mandalore, who wanted to implement honorable rules of conduct for all Mandalorians on how they earn wealth by bounty hunting or the red trade - Tor Vizsla, who dreamed of Mandalorians returning to their roots as conquerors, split away and formed the Death Watch, becoming the Secret Mandalore. The Death Watch used the Darksaber (an heirloom of House Vizsla) as a symbol of their authority and made a decree than anyone could challenge the Secret Mandalore for leadership and “win” the Darksaber*

52 BBY - Tor Vizsla killed the True Mandalore, Jaster Mereel - Jango Fett’s adopted father

44 BBY - The Death Watch tricked the Jedi into eliminating the True Mandalorians for them

approx. 44-39 BBY - The Great Clan Wars take place within the ranks of the The Faithful - Adonai Kryze is killed in battle - Duchess Satine Kryze of the New Mandalorians assumes the throne of Mandalore - Tor Vizsla is killed by Jango Fett in 42 BBY - The Darksaber is entrusted to Pre Vizsla, governor of Concordia and the new Secret Mandalore of Death Watch, who takes in Bo-Katan Kryze as his protege

Since the Great Clan Wars take place after the True Mandalorians are wiped out, we know that Adonai Kryze was not part of their ranks. The following quote from Tor Vizsla concerning the Kryze family suggests that Adonai was one of his men, or was at least revered by him. Considering that Tor dies shortly after this is written, it’s not a big leap to see how Bo-Katan came to be on Concordia with Pre Vizsla, his successor.

“Meanwhile, centuries of New Mandalorian lies had left the Mando’ade weak and soft. One of my kinswomen, the Duchess Satine Kryze, had been sent offworld as a child by her father, a mighy clan warlord, and she fell prey to the lies of the Jedi. After father perished in the Great Clan Wars, she betrayed his memory by becoming the leader of the New Mandalorians. Aided by Jedi tricks, she became the newest Anti-Mandalore, whereupon the exhausted Mando’ade flocked to her banner. Some of our warriors were exiled to the moon Concordia. Others – myself included – slipped away to resume the ba’slan shev’la.” - Tor Vizsla

* The decree that one could become Mand’alor by winning the Darksaber in combat from the current Mand’alor was an invention of Death Watch (in canon and legends), so it suggests a strong tie between Death Watch and the Children of the Watch that the latter is so hung up on this “tradition” when it’s only been a thing for about 70-75 years.

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Listen closely and stay Silent

MINORS DNI

Satan x nonbinary MC (obedience, sub/dom, master/slave, kinda public stuffs)

Authors note: Yeah so I kinda made this on a whim, um, just let me know if you want a part two cause this was already getting long enough as is, but if yall want it enough I'll gladly make a part 2, okay that's it, ENJOY)

“MC” Satan’s voice hummed as he nuzzled his warm cheek against your head, his hands stirring atop your lap as you somehow seemed to curl further into the grasp of him, “you’re so warm” he continued to speak in a hazed tone as he continued to engulf you in his grasp.

You could only giggle and sigh at his words as you continued to snuggle up with him on the couch under the blanket that retained your shared body heat.

“Hey don’t distract MC” Levi was quick to argue as he focussed on the game you both were currently in the middle of, “you promised that you wouldn't distract them from completing this level with me if I let you stay, so I repeat, do NOT make us lose our progress Satan”.

And while normally Satan would be quick to react to Levi’s half-baked threat and show him what a true threat was, your presence had him under such a trance of serenity that he couldn’t bear to get up from his spot and disturb you both. So he simply muffled a response he had no intention of keeping and continued to settle his head in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your skin ever so softly that it could have simply been interpreted as a happy accident.

Though you knew Satan better than to believe that excuse of innocence.

“Hey Levi,” you said while continuing to click your fingers along the buttons of the controller you held, “I think the controller is starting to bug out a little bit,” you feigned while purposefully clicking the wrong buttons, “it won’t let me follow you into the next chamber.”

“No, no, no” Levi quickly paused the game on his end and ran to his room, you assumed to retrieve some sort of solution to the ‘broken controller’.

“That’s odd,” Satan said while fidgetting with the controller, “It’s working just fine for me right now”

You softly placed two fingers under the demon's chin and turned his gaze to yours, his lips mere inches from your own and already trembling at what you would possibly be doing with them next, “Satan, be quiet, not a sound can come out of you until I say so” you ordered with a soft tone of voice, a clear contradiction to the words that spilled from your lips.

The order however seemed to be effective, though admittedly you couldn’t quite tell if it was because you were his master or if he was simply pathetic enough to not crave putting up a much of a fight. And while you wished to see right now just how obedient of a pup he could truly be, Levi’s steps and quickly sounded as he breathed heavily and entered the room with a new controller in his grasp, “I- I got the other one” he said between labored breaths as he hunched his body over and held out the controller.

“Oh, thanks Levi,” you said in a cheery tone, “but I actually was hoping I could get a little break, my eyes are hurting from staring at the screen for too long, do you think Satan could play in my place,” you asked, using a tone of voice and pleading eyes that you knew Levi just couldn’t say no to.

Levi was more than reluctant to the suggestion of adding his brother to the game, but he couldn’t help but melt into your smile and begrudgingly handed Satan the new remote, “you do still know how to play right” he asked while sitting back down on another couch.

Satan nodded to his brother, and though you could tell Levi questioned his lack of verbal response, you quickly interjected from any further questions being asked by starting the game back up.

A few minutes passed of calm gameplay, Levi was still leading the team perfectly, and Satan was actually doing quite well as an added fighter to the quest. While he wasn’t quite the gamer that Levi was, no one could deny that he was doing a pretty great job at keeping up with the pace.

“You’re doing so well Satan” you carefully whispered into his left ear as you hooked your fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants, the soft comfy ones you had just bought him last week and adored to see him in, “keep playing pup” you continued to coo into his hear as you ever so slightly scratched at his lower abdomen with your sharp fingernails, the fresh manicure he had just bought you already being put to perfect use.

Suddenly the controller that sat in his hands began to buzz violently and like clockwork, “SATAN NO” Levi suddenly screamed in agonizing pain, “you need to focus” he continued to yell while fixing his error in the gameplay before he went back to violently playing and rushing his focus to the screen.

Your lips only curled into a devious smile as you fully snuggled into the warmth of the blanket that you and Satan shared, your hands once again coming to grasp at his waistband and tug ever so gently onto it as you traced a single finger onto his growing erection. “Make sure you’re paying attention pup, Levi will know something’s up if you don’t play” you cooed in his ear while placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “assist him while I take care of you”

Satan could only silently oblige, simply nodding his answer as he gripped at his controller.

You couldn’t help but adore your demon in this state, the demon of wrath a mere puddle in your palm, a higher being whose powers crumbled before your words and actions. Something as simple as a lick to his neck was enough to cause shivers down his back, a little scratch from your manicure could cause his hips to involuntarily buck into your grasp, and just one pull of his waistband could allow his hard erection to spring free and already begin to drip onto your hands.

“You’re so obedient, albeit a little eager, but you’re listening so carefully” you continued to whisper, releasing a breath of hot air into his ear and using your free hand to tug at his hair, while the other continued to stroke him ever so slowly, enjoying the way he tried so hard to buck into your hands at a faster speed than you were willing to give.

The sweat on his forehead continued to build up, and the corners of his mouth twitched while he tried so hard to focus on the game and not tip off Levi on what could possibly be happening under this blanket just a mere few feet away from him. But the feelings you were curating just for him were insane, and it wasn’t just the stroking of his cock that drove him to near growls, it was the way you put careful attention to detail in each of his senses. You knew exactly how to put each of his five senses into overdrive, in ways that he hadn’t ever thought to be possible, and yet you somehow discovered and did it all so effortlessly.

“Satan”

Your whisper of a moan echoed so deeply into his mind that thoughts were no longer coherent, there was only one singular thought that shone brightly into his mind, and that was the image of the endless things you could do to him in privacy. The desire rang so deeply in his brain that without a second thought, he quickly pulled himself out of your grip, pulled his pants back up, tossed the controller to the side, pulled the blanket away from the both of you and carried you into his arms away from the room.

“SATAN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” Levi yelled from the top of his lungs while he tried to fight off the sudden swarm of enemies that were coming at him in the game, however as you were being carried away and looked at the screen from over Satan’s shoulder you could see it was to no avail as the words ‘loser’ painted the screen “NOOOOOOOO—”

Levi’s scream echoed through the house and was only muffled once Satan tossed you onto his bed and closed the door, quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side as he swooped down to your level and began to attack your neck in a flurry of kisses and bites.

And while tingles of pleasure ran across your body, you knew that your demon had disobeyed and for that, he needed to be punished. You lifted your hand and grabbed a full chunk of his hair into your grip and pulled it back hard, “Satan, what do you think you're doing,” he attempted to open his mouth to say something but quickly recalled through his efforts that you had banned him to use his words, “you’ve been a bad pup and bad pups need to be disciplined”.

His eyes were fogged with tears and overwhelming emotions, he swallowed hard as he got down and kneeled in front of you.

You thought it looked humorous, a demon kneeling before you as though you were the only God he could ever respect, especially when you both knew that you were, each word of yours rang like a hymn. His fingers twitched at his sides as the urge to touch your skin gnawed at him, but he stayed still, practically salivating at the mere thought of his endless desires.

“You’re such a beautiful demon, a statue of beauty” you spoke with authority, retaining your strong grip on his hair as you dipped down to his level and placed your free hand under his chin, caressing his jaw as the bottom of your foot gently stepped down on his erection, causing you to chuckle as he silently winced at the feeling of it, “It’s a shame I’ll have to break you down to ash”.

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Ok this is my first time requesting but I was wondering if you could do a Jason todd x reader with cockwarming and fluff -✌️

A “BAD” PLACE

JASON TODD X READER

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT / 1.3k

SUMMARY / there’s a certain way jason likes to wind down after patrol, and that’s with you on top of him.

WARNINGS / cockwarming (duh), petnames (doll, sweetheart, darling), basically just a bunch of light foreplay, jason being a soft shlut, a little bit of grinding, just a lil begging

AUTHOR’S NOTE / congrats on being my first request anon <33 honestly this isn’t super smutty bc it’s cockwarming but hey!! don’t mind my headers for now they’re kinda goofy. reader is also gn in this, hope you’re good with that!

THIS WORK IS MEANT TO BE WRITTEN IN AN ADULT READER’S POINT OF VIEW. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

“…yes. That’s the trend we’ve recently identified with this mysterious, cult may I say.”

“What do you presume the GCPD will do about this? Do you think they’ll just leave Batman to take care of it?”

You kicked your legs up on the coffee table in front of you, burying yourself further into the couch with the help of a blanket. With a small frown, you watched as the reporter continued to nail the GCPD officer with pointless questions about the newest threat in Gotham. By the time they were done, the amount of times “Batman” had come out of their mouth totaled to.. 28 times.

Did these people not understand that there were other people fighting crime besides Batman?

Your frustrations were immediately set aside at the sound of the window just to the left of you squeaking, inviting your gaze to watch as a gloved hand waved at you from outside. You practically jumped off of the couch, sliding the latches on the window to the side before sliding the window up, allowing your mass of a boyfriend to tumble in onto the window sill. A lopsided smile was thrown your way as he took his coat off, wordlessly handing it to your subconsciously outstretched hand.

“What the Hell happened to you?”

The question came off as more of a curious inquiry, delivered with raised eyebrows rather than narrowed ones. Jason only shrugged at you before running a hand through his windswept hair, tugging off his gloves before looking up to you once more.

“Just usual stuff, doll.” He leaned forward, coating your face in a dust of warm breath. “Maybe I was thinking about you a little more than I should have.”

You scoffed at his attempt to distract you, silently backing away to prevent the friction in your pants from growing any further.

“I’ll get the first aid kit, go sit down.”

A quiet sigh followed your order, and he backed up, allowing you to turn away and head for the bathroom. Before grabbing the kit, you took a detour and tossed his jacket in the washing machine, setting a small cup of laundry detergent to the side before heading for the sink. Just a few seconds later you were back in the living room, spotting Jason sitting a little too close to your blanket for comfort.

“Hey. There better not be any blood on that blanket.”

Jason raised his hands alarmingly as you moved to loom over him, taking the blanket in your hands for examination. After a quick once over, you saw no traces of red on it, leading you to set it on the coffee table alongside the med kit.

“Anything exciting happen tonight?”

Knitted eyebrows slowly formed at your question, following a slow drag of disinfectant on his cheek.

“Not much.” He answered, swiping a hand over his bangs so you could get his forehead. “Everyone just seemed a little angrier tonight, maybe.”

“You think it’s because of this whole ‘cult’ thing?” You asked, sticking a few bandages onto the open wounds on his neck. “I heard them talking about it on the news, seems like it could get serious.”

Jason hummed lowly as you reached for the zipper in the center of his bodysuit, dragging it down to slowly reveal his chest. You stopped just above his pelvis, gaze disappointingly dragging over the small bruises that littered his skin.

“Jason..” you mumbled, the drop in your tone snapping his attention your way. “You should’ve told me you were hurt this bad, I could’ve been faster.”

“Oh, no, no, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me.” He whispered, leaving a soft peck on your cheek. “I’m okay. You don’t need to go any faster.”

A low noise of acknowledgement settled in your throat as you continued to work, taking swift glances up ever so often. About halfway through, you noticed a definite strain in his features, accentuated by the small lump sitting in his throat. You shifted, eyes widening when he let out a soft hiss.

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, honey.” His response was strained, accompanied by the disappearance of his eyes as he tilted his head back. “You’re just, you know.. leaning.. on a bad place.”

You immediately looked down with wide eyes, spotting one of your knees wedging a wet cloth against his pants. Yet, as you went to move, one of Jason’s hands clamped against your thigh, keeping it in place.

“I didn’t mean bad like that, keep going.”

“How could you be this injured and horny?” You chuckled, setting the cloth aside to reach for his zipper.

“Pent up frustration, maybe?”

You smiled at his stupid allusion, lightly pressing your knee against his erection through the suit. A soft groan followed the assertion of pressure, leading you to tilt his chin downwards so you could see his face. Your spare hand moved past the zipper and into his pants, softly running a hand down his cock before sealing your lips over his, swallowing the noises of pleasure that came with each languid movement.

“Not much energy, doll.” He gasped, running a hand through his hair. “I’m afraid I might have to disappoint you tonight.”

You settled the tip of your index finger against his lips, breathing a shush over his cheek before pulling his dick free from his suit. Your clothed thighs rubbed against the length as you moved, smearing precum against the space between your legs as you discarded your pants, moving for your underwear next.

“What do you want me to do, love?” You asked, lightly rubbing his jittering forearms.

“Don’t know yet.” He sighed, teeth grit together at the feeling of your thighs against his cock. “Need to be inside of you, though.”

“Magic word?”

You clenched your thighs slightly, rousing an almost pained hiss from him.

“Please, darling. Please..”

A strangled moan fell from Jason’s lips as you finally sank down onto him, biting back the pleasure threatening to escape your own lips at the feeling. You trailed sloppy kisses down his neck as he weakly bottomed out, fully stretching you out with a drawn out sigh.

“You feel so good, darling.” He puffed out, dipping a hand under your clothes to run along your back. “So good.”

“Are you gonna cum just from this?” You teased, running a hand down his chest.

“Maybe. You just feel that good.”

You hummed in response, bending down to lightly nip at his lips. The soft drag of your teeth on his flesh sent a ripple of vibrations through your body, dragged on through sloppy kisses as his hips stuttered with pleasure. Your arms hooked lazily around his neck as he dragged his tongue throughout the expanse of your mouth, drinking in every little taste of you he could get.

Yet, you could tell he was tired enough as it is, partially because of the small line of spit running down your chin at his ministrations. You also didn’t want anything going wrong in case you both fell asleep, leading you to carefully unlatch yourself from his dick. A soft groan of protest followed while you wiped him clean, deciding that he could just wait until morning to shower.

After zipping his suit up, you headed for the bathroom, cleaning yourself up as well and refilling the med kit before setting it back under the sink. Upon your return to the living room, Jason had curled up to the side, your precious blanket draped over his chest. A quiet snort of amusement caught itself in your throat as you settled down beside him, earning the drape of his right arm over your side.

“Love you.”

The words fell in a mere whisper beside your ear, rousing a smile on your features as you pecked his cheek.

“Love you too, now go to sleep.”

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